Disclaimor: I do not own warriors, the cats would probably be partying in the underworld with Percy Jackson.
What about your father? The thought still echoed in her head as she had predicted. A few days had passed since the death of Thorn. A few days before that Shatter had met Daisyfur.
Ever since the story of White Tree things have turned upside down for me, but why? Shatter wondered silently as she sat under Top Hollow Tree once more. Most cats avoided the evil tree. The reason why is because there is a hollow on top of the tree where branches had once met. The tree was supposedly dead because most of it's branches had broken off long ago and none ever returned. The reason it was thought of as evil is because every cat that's ever gone in it's top hollow has never returned and are presumed dead because of the smell of crow food it emits, not to mention whenever you're in it's clearing and its raining you can hear a moaning, like the dead cats are still there. Shatter knew it was odd but the tree comforted her in the darkest of times. Shadow had even suggested Shatter make a den at the edge of the clearing to be closer, and the truth was Shatter wanted to do just that. However Night wasn't going to allow them to make their own dens just yet. Not until she decided if Shatter or Shadow would follow her path as Bloody Valley's secret keeper.
The secret keeper of Bloody Valley knew everything about Bloody Valley that most cats didn't know existed. The secret keeper was also usually one of the most notorious killers of the valley. Night of course was the current secret keeper. Shatter was fairly certain Night would choose Shadow when the time came.
In the family tree Shatter was just a new branch and Shadow was making the trunk taller. Then Shatter's thoughts shifted to the last words Shatter had heard Thorn say: 'Let me help.' What had he meant by that? Help me with what? What is happening to Bloody Valley? So many cats had been falling in lately. What was going on in the world outside Bloody Valley? Why are there so many cats coming and falling in? Shatter shook her head to clear it and looked at the red mist that was still hanging around. The red mist was normal in Shatter's opinion, and Shatter wondered how many cats had died because of the blood red mist since it started. Cats may have drowned, fallen victim to Sand Pit, or even fallen out of a tree. Basically the red mist was as deadly as Top Hollow Tree, or any living thing in the valley really.
Shatter got to her paws and walked away from Top Hollow Tree through the red mist lost in thought. Shatter nearly jumped out of the valley when her paws bumped into something with fur. The fur didn't move and Shatter was starting to smell fresh blood. Shatter looked at what her paws had hit and figured it was a fox. Guess you didn't hear cats are killers in here. Shatter thought silently. Probably ran right into it's killer because of the mist.
Shatter flicked her tail and leapt over the dead fox, and not long after she started moving her paws made contact with fur again. This time it was a cat, a barely living cat at that. He had a dark ginger pelt.
"Whose there?" The tom asked weakly.
Shatter walked around until the strange cat could see her.
"A kit? That doesn't make any sense." The tom murmured.
"What doesn't make sense?" Shatter asked confused.
The tom was murmuring something over and over again but Shatter wasn't sure what he was saying.
"What's your name?" Shatter asked, knowing he wasn't going to live much longer.
He looked Shatter in the eye thoughtfully. "Maybe." He whispered. "My name is Clue." he said weakly.
What's a clue look like? Shatter wondered silently. She looked him in the eye and saw the fading light of life in them. When the light flickered out, his head went down and his breathing stopped.
Shatter looked down at Clue thoughtfully for a moment, then turned and walked to the nearest piece of wall, where Shatter clawed something with a curved top that curved sideways to the center, went down then stopped, and then put a dot a little under the strait line.(?) Shatter looked at it wondering what it was. Night had always said when you're clawing in a symbol and don't know what it looks like to just let your claws be the guide.
What had Clue been trying to say? What did he mean? He'd acted like he'd been expecting to see one last cat just before he died and was surprised the last cat was a kit, me. Shatter shook her head and walked away from the new mark and death number six.
More confusion come from the Clues? XD Couldn't resist. Blame the late night energy and the two and a half cans of soda.