Tomorrow night I will be killed.
It's short but sharp.
Nightpaw watched ThunderClan storm out the camp, for the Gathering. She wasn't going. She knew why. She knew that Daypaw would be sharing news about tomorrow night's battle. She didn't know why Silentsong wasn't going. Because when Nightpaw asked her mentor, she simply smiled.
Slowly, Nightpaw walked to her nest. The moss seemed cold, lumpy and uncomfortable, and she couldn't sleep. She rolled over.
Tomorrow was the night I will be killed. I haven't thought of it that way before. Tomorrow I will be killed by my own brother.
She rolled over.
Will I be welcome in StarClan? Well, if I am evil, then no. Am I evil? She hesitated. Well, everyone else seems to think so. But… Nettleskip doesn't. Does Silentsong? Maybe. Is that why she couldn't go to the Gathering? I- Are you with me, Silentsong? She sighed. I suppose it doesn't matter. Silentsong can't interfere with the fight. I get that now. It was always meant to be me and him. Him and me. Fighting to the death of one of us. Fighting until the death of me.
Sh rolled over. Finally- a comfortable position. After a few false starts, she drifted off to a light sleep.
In her dreams, she was attacking trees, like she so often did. But she raked her claws down the soft back, it turned to fur, and blood poured out.
The fur was golden, and the blood red.
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