Hollyshade watched the cats huddled around the fallen body from a distance.
She just couldn't mourn someone she had killed. It wasn't right.
Why does this happen? Did I do something to deserve this? She thought, casting a glance towards her mourning clan-mates.
Hollyshade turned away from the cats and left the camp. The sweet smell of pine sap filled the air as she ran towards the border.
The black she-cat slowed down as she neared a small stream.
This looks just like that stream that was in my dream last night. She realized, staring at the stream as if it were a hostile cat.
A branch cracked behind her.
Hollyshade spun around, baring her teeth. "Who's there?"
A white tom with a black patch of fur on his chest emerged from a bush.
Hollyshade relaxed as she realized it was only Blackheart, a respected warrior of her clan.
"What are you doing here?" She asked, feeling embarrassed for acting so hostile.
Blackheart narrowed his eyes. "What are you doing here? Isn't this were Blossompetal was murdered? Why would a cat be here? You should be mourning your clan-mate. Only the real killer wouldn't mourn the victim."
Hollyshade's eyes opened wide. "Are you accusing me?"
Blackheart hissed. "Yes."