Heyyy! Five reviews overnight! Maybe I was wrong about people giving up on the story xD

Now I'm waiting to jinx myself by saying that.

REVIEW ANSWERS:

Mychickenpotpie (Guest)- I'm gonna continue the plotline that I have planned ;) I'm quite excited for the future chapters, so who knows? And who says she's gonna turn evil? You've just gotta keep reading!

Kiwi Caught in Silky Breeze- Thanks! And WHOOO another Dan & Phil fan!

motherdrukker- Thanks! Yeah, in other stories, when a cat makes a kill, the writer usually makes them feel all proud and stuff. I actually sat back and put myself in Twistedfoot's shoes at that part, and tried to make her reaction realistic. And thanks!

ScipioPB- Thanks!

Moonbeam141- Aye, she does. And yes, it is. Well, I suppose it is, they did in the Last Hope. But, Phantomstep is pretty rough. 'dem Dark Forest cats' favorite pastime is fighting xD

Funny, ever since I mentioned Dan and Phil I've realized that there are so many other fans of theirs out there xD I'm subscribed to both their channels as well as their gaming channel, "DanAndPhilGAMES". And noo, I'm not an active YouTuber xD I've posted two things, and one was a four-second video to test the monitor on my dad's laptop xD The next one was an audition for an animation that me and a few friends on a website were putting together. I have zero subscribers and my profile pic is a wolf.

If you're interested in hearing my really nasal 12-year-old voice, then just ask what the name is xD I'm 13 now.

On with the story!


Twistedfoot slept uncomfortably through the night. She couldn't get her mind off of the memory of Haretooth's body. She kept turning and twisting in her nest until morning came and the patrols were sent out.

Flightstar stepped out of his den with a massive yawn. "Whirlpelt, arrange the dawn patrols, please," he called to his deputy.

Whirlpelt stood from his nest. He shook out his pelt, blinking sleepily. His fur was matted and needed grooming from the long night's rest. "Yes, Flightstar," he called back to his leader.

Twistedfoot crowded into her nest, her heart pounding. They'd surely find Haretooth, tucked beside the horseplace fence. She swallowed. Why had Phantomstep made her kill him?

"Which border, Flightstar?" Whirlpelt asked. The rest of the Clan was waking, and Featherleaf poked her nose out of the medicine den.

"ThunderClan," Flightstar replied. "Our warriors have been catching their scent on our side now and again."

"Are you sure that it's not just the scent of them following the stream to Moonpool?" Whirlpelt suggested. "And the breeze has gotten a bit stronger. What if their scent is just wafting to our side?"

"It's probably that, but just to make sure." Flightstar stood upon the Tallrock, overlooking the camp.

Whirlpelt dipped his head. "And the RiverClan border? What of its boundaries?"

Twistedfoot's heart stopped. Don't go there! Please don't go there!

Flighstar tipped his head thoughtfully, not noticing Twistedfoot's wide-eyed expression. "Send a hunting patrol that way. The Clan needs to be fed."

"Which cats should be on the border patrol and which cats on the hunting patrol?" Whirlpelt looked questioningly at his leader.

"Take Twigpelt, Stormheart and Applecreek to the ThunderClan border." He turned to Rainfire. "Lead a patrol of Rabbitflame, Stormfang, and Dewfrost to hunt at the RiverClan border."

Rainfire blinked. "Should we scout the fence?"

"If you wish to. You needn't, though. RiverClan has not been so threatening. If you do, be sure to remember that you're out there to hunt."

Twistedfoot gave a small whimper.

Soon, the patrols set out. The Clan looked smaller, and Twistedfoot stood for the morning meal. There was scant prey on the fresh-kill pile, and a few cats had chosen something. Once the hunting patrol got back, the pile would be fuller and more plentiful.

That is, if they were not too startled by the unwelcome surprise that was waiting for them.

Twistedfoot grabbed a scrawny shrew. She was not hungry, despite the empty pit in her stomach. It seemed to fill her more than any prey would.

Soon, there was a rustling at the entrance. Twistedfoot started to cower until she saw that it was the ThunderClan border patrol. They strutted in with Whirlpelt at the lead, gave their report to Flightstar, and then settled down for a rest. Twistedfoot's heart continued to pound.

How much longer? she thought.

Time passed. The sun rose slowly, and noon approached. Just as sunhigh started to peak, there was a vigorous rustling as the entrance. Twistedfoot watched in horror, completely still. The rest of the Clan looked up.

Suddenly, a cat burst through the entrance. It was Dewfrost, panting and gasping. "Haretooth!" the warrior shouted. "Haretooth is dead!"

Grassleap and Mistfire leapt to their paws. "What?" Grassleap gasped.

Mistfire hared towards Dewfrost. "No! That can't be true!"

Dewfrost was still panting. "We found his body at the horseplace fence. He was completely cleaned, and there was no sign of any bleeding. Just a laceration to his throat."

Mistfire gave a sob. "Take me to him!" Grassleap had already raced out of camp.

Twistedfoot shut her eyes. She kept them shut for a long time. She only heard the camp noises that were now erupting all around. Cries of anguish ringing in her ears, sobs from Rabbitflame and Grassleap, wails from Mistfire. Cats paying their respects and warriors trying to figure out what had happened.

After a while, her eyes opened. The Clan was crowding around a limp and lifeless Haretooth. Twistedfoot didn't want to move. She didn't want to look at the body of the cat whose life she had ripped away. But, the Clan would grow suspicious if she kept in a tight secluded ball. Twistedfoot stood stiffly, and walked over to the crowd.

For a moment, she kept to the outskirts of grieving mass. Then, a cat turned to her.

It was Swiftbolt.

"So, paying your respects, are you?" Swiftbolt narrowed his sad, yellow eyes.

"It… it's only respectful." Twistedfoot shuffled her paws. "I can't just ignore him, no matter how irritable he may have been."

"Irritable." Swiftbolt's tail suddenly straightened. "That's right." He looked closely at his daughter. "You never liked Haretooth, did you?"

Twistedfoot froze, and then blinked, working to make her most defiant and confused face. "Are you implying that I did it?"

"You're a candidate," Swiftbolt hissed. "But I suppose there's not enough evidence there to really accuse you."

Twistedfoot wanted to let out a relieved breath, but that would give her away. "There isn't, because I didn't do it," she lied. "Now why don't you try to find a real murderer, instead of always looking to the daughter you can't stand?"

Swiftbolt hissed, then padded back into the crowd. Twistedfoot took the moment to let out that relieved breath that she had been holding. She then drew in another, and started walking to the center of the group.

Before long, there he was before her, Haretooth, dead as dead could be. His body had been tussled by the cats dragging him back, and he was not neatly sleeping as she'd left him. His legs were once again splayed, his mouth hung agape, and one eye was squinted shut while the other drooped open. Twistedfoot had to look away. Seeing his lifeless eyes made her want to cry.

I'm so sorry…


Wheeeeeee!

Such feels!

For me, anyway.

So I was listening to a song called "Little Lion Man" and I'm about to make a little Twistedfoot AMV! Sadly, you won't be able to see it, as it will be on Flipnote Studio on my old DSi xDDDD

Look up "Little Lion Paw" on YouTube. I'm using that specific section of the song. As you can see, the video on YouTube is an AMV/ PMV about Lionblaze! There's some relatively strong language, so, y'know xD

Not too much rambling here xD Imma let you guys have a breath from my random ranting this chapter c;

See y'all next chappie!