Woah... still reeling after i wrote this one... Beleive me, you'll know why. Wow... still can't beleive i did this. Anyhoo, review, and for the answer of my question, I'd want brown-and-gray moth wings XD, don't ask me why, i looovve moths!
Pinkpelt: Omg... I think you're oging to be devistated...
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Tawnyleaf: A little longer chapter, and a little sped up, we're entering the first arc, people!
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She Who Sulks In The Shadows: Snakeheart... Still arg... just read the chapter...
Sparklingstar: Ah.. um... er... uhh... i think you should read this...
RunningStorm: Earth? Mine is wind, because I'm as carefree as the wind, and i tend to just go witht he flow, not as much as water though
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It was still dark when warriors began to slip out of their dens, yawning and just warming up. Frostfoot left first, the black she-cat with white paws vanished out of the thorn barrier right as the first warm trickles of light poured over the treetops and into the clan. I watched as the rest of the clan woke up, Blackstripe and Darkflower coming out of the warriors' den together, with Bluestorm slipping out right after them, as smooth as a cat. She signaled for me to join her and I did, quickly padding over.
"You can talk now," she meowed, amber eyes glowed, I let out a sigh and yawned, my vigil had been longer then I expected. Darkflower and Blackstripe were padding over now, carrying prey for all four of us.
"It was cold last night," I murmured, taking a vole from Blackstripe and settling down, "But I was lucky, it didn't snow." Darkflower let out a purr of agreement and Blackstripe swallowed a bit of frog.
"I want you and Bluestorm on hunting patrol today," he meowed, "Snakeheart; you can end early if you want, since your vigil was last night. Darkflower, can you take Goldensun and Bronzepaw out on a patrol? RiverClan border please, and renew the scent markings."
Bluestorm let out a sigh, "Must we talk about patrols so early in the morning?" she groaned, then swallowed the rest of her toad and stood up, "Never mind, if you need me I'll be near the RiverClan border. Snakeheart, I think its' best if you head towards the ThunderClan. Ill be seeing you around." And with that the gray-and-black warrior vanished out of the camp.
Darkflower sniffed, "Bluestorm seems rather prickly today," she murmured. Blackstripe shrugged, swallowing the rest of his frog.
"She either has a hairball or the cold is getting to her," he joked, "Bluestorm may be tough on the outside, but she has a good heart. Snakeheart, go ahead and patrol around for prey, I'll see you tonight." He left the camp then, heading to hunt up by the Twolegplace.
I nodded, quickly finished my vole and hurrying out of the camp. The frost was getting deeper; prey would be hard to find this leaf-bare compared to the other years. I took Bluestorms' advice though and headed to the ThunderClan border to search for prey, but I knew that there was little hope.
Snow brushed my whiskers as I weaved through bracken bushes near the border, the overwhelming scent markers could hide my scent. The river wasn't frozen, but it was defiantly moving slower then normal. I picked up the scent of a mouse then, and began walking quieter, not making a sound as I tracked its' tiny paw prints to the edge of the river.
It was scrabbling around the edge of the river, tiny paws almost frostbitten from the cold, but it was alive and moving. I felt myself shift into a stalking position, twisting nimbly to avoid crunchy brambles, and then leapt down to the bank, planting my paws on the spine of the mouse. There was no need to bite down, I had broke its' spine.
As I bent to pick up the mouse though, I heard a yowl of surprise from further upstream, and then Frostfoot rolled out of the brambles, down the steep bank, and landed in the shallows of the water. There was scrabbling from the opposite side of the river, and Petalpaw skidded down to the edge of the water as well, eyes fixed on Frostfoot.
I abandoned the prey then, bounding up to where Frostfoot laid in the water, the black she-cat wasn't moving, and I could see two bite marks in her neck, it was a perfect, precise kill only an elite warrior could do. I looked up to the forest where Frostfoot had fallen from, fur fluffed up in fear as I spotted the killer.
I didn't expect her to be so small, she looked to be hardly an apprentice, let alone a killer, with tantalizing dark blue eyes and small paws. She stood at the edge of the brambles, looking down at me, and then flicked her strange eyes to Petalpaw. There was a certain flick of her ear, a certain glance of her dark eyes and a twitch of her pale gray fur that sent a shiver down my spine. This was a killer, who showed no compassion, no mercy, and if you were caught between her paws, you were a dead cat. But there was something else about her, something that pulled me into her strange, dark eyes...
"You killed Frostfoot?" I demanded, anger rising in my chest, who did this cat think she was? Walking into ShadowClan territory and killing a warrior without a scratch? Without a show of pity or remorse? It was disgusting.
She looked back down to me, narrowing her dark blue eyes, "You're of ShadowClan," she meowed. I felt a prickle run up my spine, her voice was as cold as the winter around us, "And you look like the traitor." My amber eyes opened wide and I unsheathed my claws defensively, but she still didn't move.
"Bring a message to you leader," she growled, "Tell him that Patchtail and Nettleheart will be avenged." And with that she turned and vanished into the brambles. I heard Petalpaw call out to me behind me, but before I could answer I scented Darkflower and her patrol nearing. Petalpaw scented them as well, and turned to hide in the brambles.
Bronzepaw spotted me first, coming out of the brambles from where the she-cat had been standing and looking down. Darkflower and Goldensun followed her, and then all three jumped down to Frostfoots' dead body.
"She fell down the riverbank," I murmured to Darkflower, "From where you came, and then, then this rogue came out, she was light gray, with dark blue eyes, and she told me to give Smokestar a message."
"Frostfoot died bravely," murmured Darkflower, touching her nose to her pelt, then looked over to me, "Snakeheart, will you help me bring her body back to camp?"
I opened my mouth to answer when I caught the scent of the rogue again, apparently Darkflower and the other cats had as well, and they all froze. I felt my fur prickle; there was a certain smell on the scent, something familiar. When I remembered it I felt my head reel.
"No," I whispered, taking off upstream. Darkflower had recognized it as well, and had soon overtaken me in our mad rush upstream. I began smelling more as we neared the Greenleaf Twolegplace. There was blood on the air, and I felt Darkflower quicken her pace, letting out a cry. We rounded a bend in the river, slipping over wet stones and finally caught sight of the rogue.
She was standing on the edge of the river, eyes dark and gray fur unscratched, looking as mysterious as ever. A wind picked up, and we caught scent of sweet-smelling heather, though there was none in sight. She looked at us out of the corner of her eye, and then turned towards the forest in ThunderClan territory.
"The scent is a trail," she meowed, "Follow the trail to its source, and you will find what you are looking for." And like before she vanished into the undergrowth without another word. I turned to look at Darkflower again, but she had already darted up stream, following the scent. I hesitated, then darted after her, my chest filling with dread.
As we neared the Twolegplace the scent got strong, and even stronger as we passed through the Twolegplace and out of ShadowClan territory. I had to admit, this rogue was strong, in the time frame of only a day she had killed a ShadowClan warrior and could have possibly killed-
Darkflower skittered the edge of a log and let out a wail. The scent of heather was overpowering now. Darkflowers anguished cry, followed by her collapse on the ground has confirmed it then, another cat was dead.
Darkflower wailed again, digging her claws into the ground, "What about our promise?" she whispered hoarsely, "What about you Clan? Your brother? What about me? What about our future?" she let out a soft cry, "I couldn't protect him, I couldn't be there for him in his darkest moment."
I padded over to her, feeling my paws prickle. And rounded the log, where a limp body was lying, heather rubbed into its' pelt and lying around it. I felt my head reel, my chest suddenly lift in horror before my world came crashing down around me.
Blackstripe was dead.
-crashlandsonvenu-
WHY did i do that some in the world tell me WHY
PLEASE
GRAHHHHH!!!!!
I HATE MYSELF!!!
HOW COULD I?!?!?!?!
I'm so.. cruel... and... arg!!!
Question time!
WHEN YOU FALL ASLEEP, WHAT DO YOU MOST OFTEN FIND YOURSELF DREAMING OF?
I'll tell you mine, I dream of floating. Yup, in darkness, just floating, not awake, not asleep, not breathing and not suffocating. The world around me is gone, and I rest in peace until morning comes...