Chapter 2:

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Greykit perked her ears up. She heard paw-steps. Maybe it was Dawnpaw or Songpaw. Or could it be Redpaw? I thought she was helping Poppypelt today, she thought. She got up out of her nest, careful not to wake her mother. Redpaw was the oldest, she was about twelve moons old. In just a few days she would become a warrior. Songpaw, however, was ten moons. Dawnpaw was the youngest, she was only eight moons old. It had been only three sunrises since the incident. Greykit began padding quietly toward the exit to the nursery. As she got closer, she heard the paw-steps again. She finally reached the exit. She hoped Fuzzykit and Robinkit weren't up yet. They would surely wake up her mother. Greykit padded outside quickly and searched camp. She saw the flick of a tail in the corner of her eye. She was going to be an apprentice in three sunrises, so Songpaw and Dawnpaw would still be in their den. She turned her head in the direction she saw the tail.

She walked toward it. As she approached the corner, her eyes widened. "Dawnpaw? What are you doing? What happened?" Greykit asked, shocked. Dawnpaw gasped and let go of a body in her mouth. "Is that... is that Redpaw?!" Greykit gasped. Dawnpaw nodded with grief in her eyes. Greykit bristled. "What did you do to her? Did you kill Redpaw?!" she hissed. Dawnpaw shook her head. "I didn't kill her!" she meowed quietly. "Then who did?" Greykit asked. She wasn't sure Dawnpaw was telling the truth, but, most she-cats had no clue how to fight. "I don't know! I found her like this!" Dawnpaw protested. Greykit looked down at Redpaw's body. There was no other wound except for a bite mark on her neck. "I don't trust you," she whispered. Dawnpaw narrowed her eyes. "Redpaw was my friend! Why would I kill her?!" she asked, bewildered.

Greykit's gaze softened, and she apologized. "Sorry, it's just... Redpaw was my friend," she sighed sadly. "I hope she is happy in StarClan." Dawnpaw looked down at her paws. "I wish things were different," she sighed. "Poor Redpaw. She was almost a warrior." Greykit looked down at the body again. "I'm going to try and find the cat that did this," she meowed, sniffing at it. "Rouge." Dawnpaw shuffled her paws. "Should I get Songpaw?" she offered. "Yeah. We're all going. Just imagine how sad Roseflight is going to be." Dawnpaw nodded and headed over to get Songpaw.

Dawnpaw saw Songpaw inside the medicine cat den, picking out a thorn from her paw. "Songpaw! Come quick!" she panted. Songpaw tilted her head. "What's the matter?" she asked. Dawnpaw stared at her. "No time to explain! Hurry!" she huffed. Songpaw ran over to Greykit and Dawnpaw. She gasped in shock as she saw the body of Redpaw. "What happened?!" she asked, frightened. Dawnpaw explained quickly, "I don't know. I found her like this in the woods. Then I brought her back here. Greykit thought I killed her, but I didn't. I don't know who did, but it smells like a rouge." Songpaw glanced at both of them. "Well what are we gonna do about it? This is unfixable," she croaked sadly. Greykit nodded. "We know. But we're planning on tracking down that rouge."

Songpaw snorted. "We'll just get ourselves killed!" she meowed. Dawnpaw shrugged. "Hey, it's worth a shot," she smiled at Greykit. Greykit smirked. "We are risk-takers." Songpaw wrinkled her nose. "Do you think Redpaw would want us to die because of this? No," she hissed lightly. Greykit narrowed her eyes. "She would want us to try," she mewed, padding over to the camp exit. "Come on, hurry before the whole Clan wakes up!" Dawnpaw put her tail on Songpaw's shoulder before going to follow Greykit. "Just like that?" Songpaw snorted. Then she looked back at them. "It's worth a shot," she whispered to herself. She shrugged and went after Dawnpaw and Greykit. "I'm coming guys!" she meowed happily.

Greykit sniffed the air. "I still smell the scent of rouge," Dawnpaw informed. Songpaw nodded. "It's gross," Greykit spat. They weren't very deep in the forest yet. They would be in time. Greykit stopped before saying, "The scent stops here." Dawnpaw's eyes widened. Songpaw narrowed her eyes. "So this was all just a waste of time?" she sighed. Greykit opened her mouth to say something when a white tom hopped out of the bushes. "W-who are-" Greykit stopped and bared her teeth. That scent. The familiar rouge scent. "Y-you killed Redpaw!" she hissed and flung herself at him. The tom knocked her off with one swipe of his paw.

"Who is Redpaw? A little red she-cat, I presume," the white tom snarled. Songpaw nodded shakily. "T-thats her, you killed her!" she growled. The white tom nodded. "And before that, I had some fun," he chuckled. Greykit felt shivers go down her spine. Dawnpaw gasped. "No!" She clawed the white tom. "We will kill you!" she growled, trying to fight. The white tom yowled and slashed at her face, throwing her on the ground."My name is Blood," he hissed. "And you've been very bad lately." He circled around the she-cats. Greykit's heart was beating faster than ever. What would he do to her? Would he hurt her friends? This is all my fault, Greykit thought. Blood's claws were unsheathed. He barked at the she-cats, "Crouch! Now!" He looked ready to pounce any moment. Greykit obeyed and got into a crouch.

She had a feeling of what was going to happen. Blood smiled. "Good girls," he chuckled and made his way over, something pink hanging from his lower area. Greykit gasped. She now knew exactly what he was going to do. She started crying tears of sadness because of the yowls from the apprentices when the elders mated them. Blood came behind all the she-cats, examining their bottoms. "Tails up," he ordred. The she-cats obeyed. He examined their cores. He found the perfect one, Greykit's core. Greykit gasped as he began to mount her. She dug her claws into the ground before it even happened. Then she screamed as Blood thrusted on in. The pain was unbearable. She screamed out as he pounded inside her, making her wish she was never born.

Redpaw's warrior name would have been Redfeather or Redwing!