Letting The Hate Out


Eagleshine quickly dashed through WindClan's border, her black pelt almost completely blending in, her white ear-tips and white tail-tip giving her away. She was going to do this. She didn't care how much Heathertail loved him or that he had kits to father. Breezepelt will die... under her claws. He was horrible and nasty, cold and heartless. That's what mattered most. Finally, Eagleshine reached WindClan's camp. She padded into the nursery, silently. There Heathertail, Smokekit, and Brindlekit, daughters of Heathertail and Breezepelt, were asleep. "I'm sorry," she mewed, barely whispering, "but, I have to do this."

Eagleshine ran towards every den until she found the Warriors' Den, Breezepelt sleeping near the entrance. She unsheathed her gleaming, white claws. For some reason, the ThunderClan warrior hesitated. But then her final decision was to kill Breezepelt and then she backed up and leaped at Breezepelt, digging her claws into his throat when she was on top of him. Breezepelt woke up immediately, his amber eyes clouding up with terror. "It's time to settle the score, Breezepelt."

Breezepelt began to cough up blood, blood also pouring out from his throat. Eagleshine put her bloody paw on the cold ground. She then bit into the WindClan warrior's throat, more blood pouring from his throat. Soon, his eyes were in his head, all that could be seen was white, and his heart stopped beating. Eagleshine looked up. The warriors were waking up! She looked behind her and saw light brown tabby fur. Uh-oh, she thought and ran off, bloody paw-prints following her.

She kept running and running. Her mission was done. Breezepelt was dead. She stopped and got the blood off her paw her bloody paw by wiping through the grass and Then suddenly a voice rang through the night.

"Breezepelt!"