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Spottedheart stared at Fallenfoot. His gray paws were stained dark red and his whisker twitched, flicking off blood. Next to him sat Corefeather. The small ginger she-cat shivered with fear. Cockpaw was next to her, staring at the dead bodies on the ground at his feet. Bloodclaw shifted uncomfortably next Cockpaw, uneased by his brothers gaze.
Spottedheart sat next to Tremblespots. He had a blank stare on his slick face. Silence covered the clearing.
"We welcome our new members into the Clan. Corefeather, Bloodclaw and Hopepelt." Pricklestar announced. She dismissed the group with a flick of her tail. Spottedheart was led away from the circle, so was Corefeather and Hopepelt.
"Don't look back Spottedtremble." Tremblespots murmured into her ear. "It will do you no good." Spottedheart nodded. She was lead to out of camp. But she cast one fearful glance over her shoulder. What she saw was unbearable.
Out of the shadows that sat underneath Pricklestar's den was a clump of bushes. A small gray cat came out. Pricklestar sat outside of the bushes, watching the cat with a watchful gaze. She watched as he darted from the shadows, letting the sun bask his fur. He was a skinny gray cat whose ribs shown out from underneath him. And his face was scarred from beats and lashes. One eyes was torn from its socket, leaving a clear hole.
He grabbed the three mangled bodies and dragged them to the bushes. Pricklestar bounded up and threw him a lash. He flinched and drew under his bush. She snarled at him. Spottedheart drew out of the camp when he bit into a kits body.
Spottedheart screeched in pain Tremblespots drew in and out of her. She gasped and moaned. Tremblespots screeched in ecstsasy.
Spottedheart was lead to camp by Tremblespots. As she answered, she caught a swift scent of blood. A patch of blood near the bush but no one knew where it was from...except for Pricklestar. The WindClan leader sat in her den, watching the scene.
Cats sat around the clearing, enjoying Meal-Time. Spottedheart soon joined her friends from the Mother-Den.
"How was your day, Spottedtremble?" Raintail meowed between bites of crow. Spottedheart shrugged. "Intresting."
Raintail nodded. "My kits are apprentices now." Tearpelt mewed. "Congrats!" Spottedheart murmured and bit into her pigeon. Feathers drew up her nose and she sneezed.
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Spottedheart sat up, her overweight stomach dragging underneath her. She yawned from the day before. Trackpelt and Fishyew had both given birth the day before. The twin sisters both had a litter of two kits. Tearpelts kits were both laying next to each other. The new mothers slept while their new born kits suckled.
Spottedheart shifted her weight, uncomfortable with the weight and the dark. She remembered the day that caused this. Also, the day that she saw Shrew, the gray skinny tom...
Its bad! Ikr?! Well, whatever its something...
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