Quick recap on where we are and what you need to know. There are rats that eat cats alive, Raggedstar is an evil buttface, Ashfur is king of the unicorns and Dovewing just asked where Whitewing is.
Brokenstar gave Dovewing a dismissive look. "Now? Oh I would guess being torn apart of hundreds of rats. Her screams should start within the next minute."
Dovewing let out a screech and ran towards the entrance frantically clawing at it hoping desperately it would come free. As it happens luck was not in her favor and the hard wood surface held strong.
Brokenstar stood watching her futile attempts to free herself an amused expression on his face. Birchfall pushed his way to the front and struggled desperately to help her. When the door continued to strong strong he whirled and around to shoot Brokenstar a look of disgust and hate. "You're just going to stand there? You foxhearted piece of crowfood! How can you do that?"
"Like this." Brokenstar eased himself into a sitting position and began to groom himself. (Hehe he's so obnoxious xD)
Birchfall gave him a disgusted look before turning back to the door.
Dovewing could not believe this was happening. She knew cats got killed my the rats all the time but the idea that her mother was somewhere out there having her flesh ripped from her bones was to much for her bear. She felt surreal. There was no way her mother was being shredded just feet from her. Those howls were just the wind. This is not happening.
The one who was always there for her is dying.
This is not happening.
The one who told her stories and put her to bed is dying.
This is not happening.
The one who comforted her when she cried was dying.
This is not happening.
The one who would have died to protect her was dying.
This is not happening.
She felt disconnected from her body as Brokenstar opened the door and led them out. It wasn't her paws that were walking on bloodstained grass. It wasn't her eyes that saw the bloody carcass in front of her. It wasn't her mother.
"Snap out of it!" Brokenstar cuffed her hard across her cheek and she blinked.
Her mother was dead.
That bloody moving fleshing bone protruding moaning creature in front of her couldn't be her mother.
But it was.
Dovewing let out a small wail and buried her face in the bloodied thing, her body shaking with sobs.
Brokenstar slit its throat and stalked over to her.
This is not happening.
This is not happening.
This is not happening.
This is not happening.
This is not happening.
This is not happening.
This is not happening.
Almost as if reading her mind Brokenstar drawled clearly enjoying this, "It happened. She's dead. You'll never see her again." With that cheerful farewell Brokenstar turned and left her standing alone in front of a small pile of blood. she watched it disappear and with it went her hope.
Poor Dovewing. I know she's such a Mary Sue in this but that's about to change, I promise. I'm not sure if you'll be able to review this chapter because I deleted the two other ones, so just review an earlier one.
I decided to continue this one because I enjoy writing it. I estimate it'll be in between twenty to twenty-five chapters when complete.
See y'll soon!