"She's too weak to ever be apart of our Clan."
...
Ravenpaw's jaws parted in a large yawn, and she closed her dark blue eyes. "Good night, Violetpaw," she murmured sleepily.
"Good night," came the other apprentice's mew. Ravenpaw was snoring softly by the time Violetpaw spoke, her flanks rising and falling gently as she slept. She stirred a little as her ears angled toward something, but scolded herself for ever thinking such a thing and went back to sleep, not waking until dawn.
...
Ravenpaw's eyes blinked open at the sound of Brambleflight's tail brushing against her night-black fur. "Wake up," her gentle voice mewed softly. "It's time for training."
"All right," Ravenpaw grumbled, not wanting to get out of her soft, mossy nest. She rose to her paws and quickly groomed it with a few rasps of her tongue. Ravenpaw looked over her mentor's shoulder for Violetpaw sleeping soundly in her nest, but instead, it was empty.
Ravenpaw rubbed her eyes with her paws, wondering if the was seeing things.
"What is it, Ravenpaw?" Brambleflight asked, her eyes full of concern. "Is something wrong?"
"Of course something's wrong!" Ravenpaw spat. "Look!" She flicked her tail toward her littermate's nest.
Brambleflight blinked at it. "So what? She could've gone night hunting."
"Oh... right." Ravenpaw felt a little embarrassed by thinking Violetpaw had gone missing. Then, out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a tuft of pure-white fur.
"She's missing!" Ravenpaw cried out angrily. "See, I told you, she's gone!" Her tail lashed furiously. "We have to go rescue her!"
"Right." Brambleflight was looking alot more awake now, straightening and peering closely at the scrap of white fur. A silver swirl ran across it. "What do you smell?" she asked.
Ravenpaw sniffed it hesitantly. Her eyes widened with terror. "ShadowClan!"
Brambleflight nodded. "We must go get a search party to bring back Violetpaw." With a flick of her tail, she led the way out of the apprentices' den and towards the Highledge, where Silverstar was watching over camp with a slightly bored expression on her muzzle.
"Silverstar!" Ravenpaw yowled. The silver-and-white she-cat's head swiveled toward her in alarm.
"Yes, Ravenpaw?"
"Violetpaw's missing!" Shocked murmurs and angry snarls were the responses to her statement.
One of Silverstar's eyebrows raised, and her shimmering blue-green eyes narrowed. "Are you sure, Ravenpaw?"
The apprentice nodded. "I saw a tuft of enemy fur in her nest!"
"We must gather a patrol right away," Silverstar ordered. "Who do you want to go with you?"
"Lilystream, Tigerstripe, and Sparktail," she meowed certainly.
Silverstar gave a brisk nod. "Okay, then, you may go," she told the already gathered cats.
They all dipped their heads, then headed for the entrance of camp, before being stopped by Robincall, the deputy. "Hey! Wait!" They all turned around, bewildered. "Go in the night, where they can't see you," she advised them. Ravenpaw mused over it for a moment, before accepting the small piece of advice.
"Yes, Robincall," she replied.
...
They were only shadows on the horizon as they made their way to the ShadowClan camp, making sure not to step on any twigs or leaves. It was quite easy to get there, but now, they had to figure out a way to get her out. Ravenpaw's eyes searched the entire piece of territory that made up the camp. No Violetpaw.
"Let's go behind the nursery," she whispered, and the patrol raced toward it once she had given the sort-of order. Ravenpaw looked into the center of camp, and almost screeched out loud.
There was Violetpaw, her throat slashed, her body tossed aside, into the darkness.
And then came Cedarclaw's sneer: "She's too weak to ever be apart of our Clan."
A/N: 618 words; for FalconClan!
~Icyz9
7-14-2016