Murder in the Forest
MorningFlower again made an attempt to get between them, but Foxpaw lunged at Rainpaw again.
Rainpaw in an attempt to defend himself clawed at Foxpaw, slashing his cheek. Foxpaw hissed in pain and got prepared to lung at him again.
"Enough!" MorningFlower shouted jumping onto Foxpaw and held him down, her eyes filled with anger and shock. "Foxpaw, how dare you attack your brother!" She hissed.
Foxpaw made an angry hiss. "It's all his fault!"
"No it is not!" She snapped. "When we get back I'm going to have a serious talk with Cederstar and your mentor, your definitely not medicine cat material."
All the anger evaporated from Foxpaw and he looked at the ground in shame, not wanting anyone to see what he was feeling .
Slowly MorningFlower got off him, but Foxpaw didn't move.
Rainpaw took a step forward. "I'm sorry for causing all of this, I would have rather died then Rosepaw."
Foxpaw didn't look at him.
MorningFlower shook her head. "Come on lets go home."
"Aw this is disgusting." McGee muttered as he took pictures of the blood spattered walls of the victims house. The before the murder was an old fashioned white like an old lady lived there. But now it might as well have been painted red.
"How did the body get from his house to the streets?" Ziva asked. "Without anybody seeing them?"
"Well…there was a big box on the street near the crime scene." Tony told her. "Maybe the killer moved it there to get it rid of it, someone bumped onto it hard enough the body dumbed out into the streets."
Ziva nodded. "Would make sense, we need to go back and get the box before it goes to the dump."
"I'll tell Gibbs." McGee.
"Getting a back bone Tim?" Tony asked with a smirk.
"Tony do me a favor?" Ziva asked giving him an annoyed look. "Shut up, go outside and look for tire tracks."
Tony was about to say something, but was interrupted by a loud yowl. Tony stumbled backwards and fell into a puddle of blood.
The load yowls and growls , that sounded like battle cries echoed through the forest.
Rainpaw looked around the forest nervously; in the distance he could hear the sound of the war cries of Thunderclan, and Windclan cats.
He was thankfull that it wasn't any of his clan mates fighting. He glanced over at his brother but he couldn't see his face. It seemed hooded, dark, and unsure. Rainpaw frowned. He really wanted to help his brother but there was nothing he could do.
He looked around the marshy forest, everything seemed different than you remembered. It was more sharper, more detailed. It didn't stink of monsters or was littered with twolegs and their admit ably good food.
Morningflower beside him sighed. Probably trying to figure out how she was going to tell the leader what happened.
His ears went down slightly, anxiety filling him. What if Foxpaw was right, what if he was rejected what would he do then.
He found himself missing the twoleg girl, who had petted him and tried to talk to him. She was really nice.
Rainpaw shook his head. He shouldn't be thinking like that, he was a warrior not a Kittypet…right.
Sorry about how short it is having a small case of writers block, I'll try to make it up next week.