Hey guys, I'm back
Munchkineater: Did you expect this? And as always, you are full of praise
Splashpaw: Yes, seriously. And it was GOING to be from Maple's POV, but you made me decided to use Spotted instead XD.
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Snowjay102: For the moment I don't really need cats, but if I do I'll be sure to tell you! Give those poor little kitties a loving home… that might result in them being decimated. Haha and don't worry, I'm only a year older than you. So I started this story at your age
Skystorm21: Yes, that's a good idea. Cat reincarnation is a pretty commonly used idea, so maybe you can make them grow in StarClan? To make them have a true, safe, second chance? And maybe communicate with their loved ones?
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Spottedwing's POV
Jayfeather's healing paws skimmed over her wounds gently, and she barely winced as he reapplied the cool marigold poultice.
Outside the small den, the clearing was silent as the clan mourned for Berrynose, who was a good warrior, albeit arrogant, and Shinepaw, who had barely lived.
She knew the dainty she-cat's mentor, Seedur, would blame herself for her apprentice's death.
She hadn't stood a chance, Spottedwing thought sorrowfully. They went for her first.
The sight of the silver apprentice under a brutal tom's paws had stirred them all into attle, where they were ambushed by more rogues than they could hope to fight, even with a large patrol like theirs. They had been doomed.
As soon as Jayfeather was done with her, she exited the den to pay final respects to her fallen clanmates, only to see Maplepath's ginger-and-white form disappear into Bramblestar's den.
What's going on?
She pushed the thought aside. It's probably nothing. But the sliver of doubt remained.
Seedfur's pale ginger figure was on the floor next to her former apprentice, her nose pressed into the silver-and-white fur, and even from a distance, she could see that the she-cat was trembling, probably from grief or guilt.
Ivypool was curled around her daughter's still body, silent sobs wracking her body, her own silver-and-white fur blended into her daughter's but dried specks of blood despite careful grooming showed where her fur ended and Shinepaw's began. The little she-cat's siblings sat, slumped. A little ways away, pressed against each other for comfort.
She turned to Berrynose's corpse, which had a gaping hole to cover up where his throat had once been. His siblings lay around him, lapping at his fur gently, sharing tongues with him for the last time. Daisy sat in silence, having wailed her full earlier, and her eyes were squeezed shut, her ears flattened against her head.
She would sit vigil for Berrynose and Shinepaw tonight, but she had no right to approach their bodies. After all, she hadn't been close to either of them in life.
It's truly a pity, that the rogues are so heartless, that they can simply take innocent lives from us when we have in no way wronged them. But then again, if we do the same to them, we'll be no better, and dragging ourselves down to their level only ensures they'll beat us with experience.
Just then, a yowl split the air, and Spottedwing jerked her head up to see her sister darting from the leader's den in a panicked frenzy, scrambling down the highrock, and fleeing the camp with a bushed-out tail and flattened ears, and leaving a strong fear-scent behind.
"Maplepath!" she cried out in confusion, before taking to her paws after her sister, ignoring the hot stares of her clanmates than threatened to burn through her pelt, urging her legs to carry her faster after the disappearing form of her sister, her heart beating against her chest with the strength of a badger, and the wounds along her back troubling her greatly, but she was determined not to lose her sister.
Eventually she was forced to stop. She had lost sight of her sister, and the strong odour of the poultices on her back made it impossible to catch a scent. The hard-packed ground provided no assistance either, for no traces could be seen.
The wounds on her back had cracked at her movements, and she hissed as they stung harshly, and she set back in the direction of camp.
What happened? Did Bramblestar find out? And why didn't he let her explain?