STAKES
A/N: Welcome to the next chapter! Thank you so much to all who reviewed, it means a lot to me. Now, some good news, I started a forum for this story! It's called The Forbidden Clans if you want to check it out.
Alright, one reviewer was wondering about canon characters appearing in my last chapter. So, when Emoria formed the Clans were scattered. These cats created these new Clans and spread word of the Clan ways. Almost all Clans know the legends of the original Clans.
Enough of my rambling, on with the chapter!
CHARACTERS
Redfeather-Dark ginger tabby she-cat with umber eyes
Minkfoot-Gray and black tabby tom with dark blue eyes
Canyonpaw-Dark brown tom with black spots and green eyes
Hawkpaw-Light brown tabby she-cat with black stripes and blue eyes
Ravenkit-Black tom with gray paws and yellow eyes
Emberpaw-Pale ginger tom with pale yellow eyes
Icepaw-White she-cat with pink eyes
Screechfoot-Dark gray tom with white spots and yellow-green eyes
Hello, little ones. Come for a story? Ah, yes I have some. A scary one? I have the perfect story for you if you aren't afraid to hear. Good, now let's begin...
The sun shone through the thick foliage of the jungle and a cat basked in its warm rays. It was a dark ginger she-cat. She sighed contentedly as the sun warmed her fur. In the bushes behind her, another cat lay watching her.
This one was a gray and black tabby tom. His dark blue eyes flashed with malice. He had to snap his jaws shut to hold in his snarl of hatred. Without even a yowl of warning, the tom sprang out of the bushes and onto the she-cat.
The ginger cat let loose a shriek of surprise and writhed in her opponent's grip. She hissed and spat, her claws tearing at the his gray and black fur. But the tom was too strong for her and soon had the she-cat pinned.
"I know what you are," he hissed, "I know what you're capable of and I'm going to put an end to you before you can do any damage."
The she-cat curled her lips and spat at the tom, "You cannot prove anything and even if you did tell them they would not believe you," a high pitched laugh erupted from her throat, "They could not possibly believe their precious Redfeather could do any wrong."
The tom snarled at the she-cat's mocking and dug his claws deeper into the ginger fur beneath his paws, "I will expose you! Even if it's the last thing I ever do."
Another laugh came from Redfeather, "Okay, Minkfoot, how about you and I make a deal," her tone was no longer mocking but almost sincere, although Minkfoot sensed something more beneath the ginger she-cat's veil of innocence.
"What kind of deal?" The gray tom's blue eyes betrayed his suspicion towards Redfeather.
"You come with me, and I tell the Clan what I am really like," meowed Redfeather, blinking slowly.
Her proposition seemed too good to be true. Wait, Minkfoot thought, this may be my only chance to expose her. I must take it.
With that, the tom let Redfeather up and motioned with his tail for her to lead the way. Nose in the air, she began to lead her assailant towards a well known part of the forest.
Why here, Minkfoot thought. He was getting more suspicious by the second. How did he know he could trust her?
By now, they had left the thicker undergrowth behind and had come to a well worn path. Vines still covered the trees and big, waxy leaves covered the ground, "This is where I go when I need to think," mewed Redfeather, "Just up ahead is where I wanted to take you."
Minkfoot did not reply. He was too busy trying to figure out what the ginger she-cat had planned before it was too late.
Redfeather lead the gray and black tom to a small clearing. The leaves here were smaller, like those of an oak tree, "If you can make it to the other side, I will reveal myself."
What? This was too good to be true! Such an easy way to get that monster banished, Minkfoot thought. He stepped forward and began to cross the clearing.
He was halfway there when he spotted Redfeather crouched on the branch of a thick leafed tree. Too late, he realized the ground had changed, the dirt was darker in color and softer, and the leaf mulch and dirt gave way beneath him and he plummeted downward, towards the horror that awaited him.
Thick wooden spikes pierced his body in numerous places, causing his body to be enveloped in a fire of pain and agony. Minkfoot was not able to screech for stakes had pierced his throat and jaw, forever silencing him if he somehow survived his impaling.
Minkfoot writhed and twisted to try to rid himself of the giant splinters inside him. Blood spattered the space between the spikes, staining the dirt crimson.
Redfeather watched with a sort of kittenish glee as her victim struggled in the trap. A high pitched laugh escaped her mouth every once in a while as the life drained out of the tom in the pit.
Finally, Minkfoot quit his struggles and lay limp in the pit, his dark blue eyes glassy with death. Blood still flowed, covering the spikes and the ground beneath.
Redfeather left her tree with a graceful leap and began gathering more large leaves and dirt to cover the hole and prepare the trap for its next victim.
"Canyonpaw! Wake up!" The tom groaned as the cat hissed in his ear, "Hurry up or you're going to be late!"
"Leave me alone...Hawkpaw," His sentence was cut short by a giant yawn escaping his jaws. Canyonpaw's eyes remained shut tight as Hawkpaw prodded her denmate again.
"Wake up you lazy slug, it's time for training," Again the tom groaned and Hawkpaw let out a sigh, "Suit yourself. Go ahead and get in trouble with Jaguarclaw."
At this Canyonpaw's brown and black spotted head shot up. He had recently gotten a mentor change. The tan and black cat that was his mentor was much harder on him than his previous mentor had been.
"Great StarClan! I forgot about him, I'd better go!" With that, the tom jumped to his paws and raced out of the vine den. Hawkpaw followed with a chuckle, It works every time, she thought.
They made it to the training area, a grassy clearing surrounded by ferns, before their mentors. This was strange but the apprentices paid no mind to it and sat on the grass to wait.
"Do you want to spar while we're waiting? It'll get us warmed up," meowed Canyonpaw. He motioned to the sandy pit in the middle of the clearing with his sleek tail.
Hawkpaw rose to her paws, her brown and black pelt glossy in the morning sun. Her blue eyes were shining with excitement at the thought of sparring the dark brown tom.
Canyonpaw bounded forward and reached the pit first. He crouched down, causing his black spots to ripple on his pelt. Hawkpaw followed more slowly. When she reached the sand, she let out a yowl and launched herself at the tom.
Canyonpaw, caught completely off guard, was bowled over into the sand, Hawkpaw on top of him. The brown she-cat began pummeling his stomach with her paws, claws sheathed. The tom struggled but was unable to break free as Hawkpaw whacked him over the head with a front paw.
Canyonpaw then saw his chance, and while she raised her paw for another head shot, he surged upwards and flipped the she-cat over, successfully pinning her.
Hawkpaw twisted and turned in the tom's grip. No matter how forcefully she struggled, she could not break free. She went limp, practically admitting defeat. Canyonpaw relaxed, thinking he had won.
"Give in?" he mewed, his voice cocky. Hawkpaw curled her lips in a mock snarl.
"Never you flea-pelt!" She burst upwards, throwing her opponent off of her and onto his back in the sand, "Never underestimate a she-cat," she meowed, her head held high and her eyes triumphant.
"Okay, Okay, you win. This time," growled Canyonpaw playfully. He rose to his paws and shook himself to rid his pelt of the light brown sand that coated him.
He trotted over to Hawkpaw as a gray shape came hurtling through the trees at the edge of the clrearing, "Screechfoot! Where have you been? We've been waiting forev-" Hawkpaw's torrent of words was cut off by a wheezing sentence from the gray newcomer.
"Have...you seen...Jaguarclaw? He said he...would meet me...here," his question came in pieces, broken by his gasping breaths. Screechfoot's gray and white spotted flanks heaved and his yellow-green eyes shined with exhaustion.
"N-No we haven't. We've been here waiting for you guys," replied Canyonpaw, his head cocked in confusion. Screechfoot swore bitterly and sat down in front of the apprentices.
"Well, I guess we go looking for him," sighed the gray and white tom. He rose to his feet and trotted away into the bushes, the two brown and black apprentices on his tail.
Back at camp, a solitary kit played with a mossball alone in the dark nursery. He was a jet black tom with blue kit eyes. They were slowly changing their hue, becoming a sharp yellow color.
A cat calling his name pierced the relative silence, "Ravenkit! Need someone to play with?" Being the only kit in the nursery, Ravenkit often got friendly offers such as this.
But the tom that had offered was far from friendly. This ginger tom was hostile towards the black kit. His mentor had been Minkfoot before he disappeared and his views had rubbed off on the aporentice. The ginger tom was only hostile because he shared the blood of Redfeather. Ravenkit had been born to her sister, Rainmist.
"Go away Emberpaw, go play with your sister Icepaw," mewled Ravenkit, hoping the burly apprentice would leave him be for once.
"Oh, no no no, I can't do that," Emberpaw cooed, then his voice hardened, "I don't listen to murderers."
"I'm no murderer and neither is Redfeather," growled the tiny kit. His squeaky voice was cold and full of hate. His black fur had begun to fluff up with anger, but his yellow-blue eyes showed the hurt he felt.
"Then what happened to my mentor, huh? He didn't just disappear into thin air did he?" the ginger tom snarled viciously at the kit, his voice oozing his rage, pain, and despair at his mentor's loss.
Ravenkit yearned to run, but Emberpaw blocked his only way out. There was no escaping the wrath the black kit thought would surely come from the apprentice.
As if StarClan was on his side, Rainmist appeared at that instant, Redfeather trailing behind, "Emberpaw, out. Go find your sister and quit bugging my kit," Rainmist's voice was cold as ice as she banished the tom from the nursery. Her gray pelt was fluffed up with anger and her eyes flooded with rage.
"Thank StarClan! I was almost sure he would shred me!" mewed Ravenkit, his voice showing just how relieved he felt.
"No problem, my little warrior. Even though you could have thrown him to the ground, We were glad to help," laughed Redfeather. She nuzzled the little tom and lay down beside him, flicking her tail telling Rainmist to leave them for a bit. She then focused on Ravenkit again.
"I see that insolent tom has been giving you trouble," murmmered the ginger she-cat, "Is there anything I can do to help?"
"The only way you could help is if you got rid of Emberpaw," the black kit sighed. He lay his head on his paws dejectedly, his eyes tired and sad.
"How badly do you want him gone?" Redfeather's voice changed so slightly Ravenkit did not notice. It had taken on a more sinister note.
"Very bad. I don't know if I want him to die though, the rest of his family is okay and I would not like them to suffer," replied Ravenkit.
"I will see what I can do for my little warrior," the ginger she-cat whispered. With a flick of her tail, Redfeather left her nephew and set off to take care of Emberpaw.
"...you just have to lead him to the clearing and I will take care of the rest..."
"...the only way?"
"Unfortunately, but it is the only way to get rid of it before it takes over and I hurt someone else."
A pause in the conversation.
"Okay then, but I don't like it."
Voices woke Ravenkit from his slumber. He recognized the voices as his mother and Redfeather and dared not open his eyes.
A sigh, "May StarClan forgive you."
The little kit could stand it no longer and opened his eyes, "What did Rainmist just agree to?" the young kit demanded, jumping to his paws. He was smart for his age and guessed what was going on.
Both she-cats started at the kit's sudden exlamation. Redfeather was the first to regain her composure, "Should we tell him?"
"Seems like we don't have much of a choice," meowed Rainmist bitterly.
Redfeather took a deep breath, "I have this...problem. I have to kill to cure it. We..." she broke off and took another deep breath, "We are going to kill Emberpaw," her voice was dripping with shame and longing, a longing for things to be different.
"So E-Emberpaw w-was right? Y-You're a murderer?" Ravenkit stammered, tears forming in his eyes and disbelief in his voice.
The ginger warrior sighed, "If I could change it I would, but if I do not eliminate this threat to my family, the urge to kill will take over and I may hurt one of you," Redfeather's umber eyes filled with pain at the burden she carried.
"Why does Rainmist have to help? He doesn't bug her, just me," the black kit's voice was curious but angry and tears bega-n to leak from his eyes.
"Because, for one you're not allowed out of camp and secondly, we don't want an innocent kit stuck in a mess like this," replied his mother, "I don't want you to see something like that."
"Well if anyone should help it should be me. It'll be easier for me to kill him than you," Ravenkit objected angrily. The sisters saw he had a point, he hated Emberpaw and they had almost nothing against the arrogant tom.
Rainmist's blue eyes were wrought with indecision and her mind was a torrent of conflicting thoughts. She locked eyes with Redfeather and saw what she felt reflected in her sister's umber eyes.
Finally, Redfeather sighed, "Fine. You can take Rainmist's place if you insist so strongly. But be warned, it will not be pretty or quick," a red haze obscured the ginger she-cat's vision and she felt the bloodlust rise.
She pushed it away, "We must hurry."
"Then let's go!" without another word the black kit bolted out of the nursery to get Emberpaw. Redfeather followed, the red haze warping her mind and making her claws itch for blood.
Emberpaw followed warily as the little kit lead him out of camp. Although it was breaking the warrior code, he wanted to see what the kit with a murderer's blood was up to.
He's probably leading me straight into that beast's claws, the ginger tom thought wryly. Even with this in mind, he trudged on behind Ravenkit.
"Where are you taking me, runt?" he demanded. He had grown tired of being left in the dark by a cat less than half his age and size.
"I told you, it's a surprise and I don't want to ruin it," Ravenkit's voice was filled with excitement but exasperation as he answered this question for what seemed like the millionth time.
Unbeknownst to Emberpaw, the black kit's eyes flashed with something no kit his age should ever show; the want of revenge.
The two trudged on to a popular part of the jungle, giant waxy leaves billowing in a light breeze overhead. At last, they came to a small out of the way clearing. It was ringed by vine-ridden trees and little undergrowth. The leaves here were more oak-like than those beyond the confines of the trees.
"Here we are," squeaked the kit happily, "Redfeather should be here soon."
At this Emberpaw snarled, "I want nothing to do with your murderous kin! Why meet her?" His eyes darted around the grassy clearing as if he expected the dark ginger she-cat to pop up out of nowhere and slit his throat.
"To show you what an awesome cat she is!" Ravenkit seemed very enthusiastic, so much that Emberpaw almost thought the to -m was sincere. Doubt still entangled his thoughts, though, like a protective vine barrier.
Emberpaw did not have to wait long to put his doubt to the test. Redfeather appeared, sauntering gracefully through the trees.
Ravenkit bounced to his paws and waited for his relative to approach, his tail swishing happily, "Hurry up so we can show him!" The young kit acted so jubilant, so innocent. The ginger apprentice was beginning to doubt his doubt.
The warrior chuckled, clearly amused by the black tom's intense enthusiasm, "Alright, alright. We will show him now."
Such precise language, Emberpaw realized with a jolt. To him a killer would speak with atrocious grammer; they would slur their speech and be beyond comprehension. Redfeather was nothing like the malignant beast of his nightmares, quite the opposite.
Again, he doubted his doubt; it was tearing down his mental defense of suspicion, thorn by thorn. A nudge from the tiny nose of Ravenkit anchored him back to reality, "Come on, your surprise is waiting!"
Emberpaw could not help but mrrow with laughter, "Where is it then?"
"Follow me," meowed Redfeather. The red haze had overtaken her, it commanded her to lead this innocent cat to his painful demise. It showed in her eyes as a barely perceivable reddish tint to her pupil.
The dark red she-cat began her graceful gait, crossing the clearing in a matter of no time, "Your surprise awaits you here, young one," the voice that rose from that throat was not Redfeather, it had changed, deepened ever so slightly.
Ravenkit skipped across to join her, thinking nothing of it. Emberpaw followed, oblivious to the change in the dirt's texture.
The ground gave away when he was almost across, the apprentice letting loose an ear-splitting yowl of terror. He had just enough time to chastise himself for trusting a murderer.
He sank onto the stakes, the sound of ripping fur and muscle now accompanying agonized yowls. Emberpaw writhed and struggled to rid his body of the spikes; it proved only to tear more muscle and organs, causing blood to pepper the hard-packed bottom of the pit.
Bone snapped in the tom's leg, evoking more screeches and a steady stream of life-bearing blood to spill onto the dirt. Ravenkit and Redfeather watched, the black kit queasy and unsettled and Redfeather staring with hungry, satisfied eyes.
The struggles of Emberpaw soon came to a grisly end. A corpse of mutilated flesh was the result of his vain attempt to free himself of the spikes.
Laughter erupted from Redfeather, her glee clear in her ti-nted eyes. Ravenkit gazed at his aunt; acceptance shone in his yellow-blue eyes. He knew this was only temporary and the Haze, as he called it, had control of her for the time being.
"Can we go back to camp now?" squeaked the little black kit. He wanted to run but fear of the Haze controlling Redfeather held him back.
"You can, I have to stay behind to prepare the pit for its next victim," she purred. Ravenkit winced, that was not the Haze, it was Redfeather that said that!
She sounded...excited too. It made his black fur stand on end, sharp as the deadly impalers in front of him, "O-Okay, I'll see you later then," he backed away until he was out of her sight, then he whipped around and bolted back to camp, sickened and frightened.
"Emberpaw! Where are you?" Canyonpaw called as he scoured the forest for any sign of his ginger denmate. At his side was a red-eyed white pelted she-cat. She stayed close, for her vision was bad and she did not want to run straight into a jungle snake.
"Smell him, Icepaw?" the brown and black tom asked. Icepaw was not only Emberpaw's sister, which was quite a feat itself, she was the best tracker in the Clans. Her sense of smell made up for her lack of vision from her red eyes.
"No. Oh, I'm so worried! What if the mousebrain got himself killed?" Icepaw fretted, still scanning the jungle for her brother.
"I doubt Emberpaw would be that stupid. He probably got tangled in a vine again," Canyonpaw tried to comfort the white she-cat.
"You guys! You might want to see this!" the yowl came in the direction of Hawkpaw, who was aiding in the search along with Screechfoot.
The two turned and began padding in her direction. They came to an out of the way clearing near a main path. Screechfoot was already there when they arrived, "Down there," he whispered. His yellow-green eyes were haunted and horrified.
Icepaw lead the way to the edge of the pit. She peered into the depths. She squinted, trying to see better but when she finally could see, she jerked back and ran straight into Canyonpaw.
"What? What is it?" Screechfoot was at her side in an instant and she did not reply to Canyonpaw's question.
He glanced at his friend and saw dazed horror inhabiting her blue eyes. Slowly, he crept to the edge and braced himself. He peeked down. The dead corpse of Emberpaw lay only a little ways off. Farther along, a more decayed body lay embedded on the wood.
Fear coursed through him, rooting Canyonpaw to the spot. A whimper escaped his jaws and he felt teeth sink into his scruffand pull him away from the ghastly sight. His limbs began to work again once his line of sight into the pit was broken. He struggled and was released by his mentor.
"Are you okay?" the gray warrior asked.
"Y-Yeah. I-I think so," Canyonpaw stammered. He was shaking from fear, "Who did this?"
"I wish I knew," came the whispered reply. Screechfoot turned to head back to camp, the apprentices following. Before they made it to the trees, they heard something in front of them.
A high pitched laugh pierced the air, "That," hissed the cat, "would be me," another cackle reached their ears. The voice came from up in a waxy-leaved tree to their right.
The cat leaped to the ground, landing gracefully. It stepped into the light and the other cats gasped, "Redfeather, how could you?" Screechfoot mewed, dumbfounded. He began to back away, then came to a halt, remembering the deadly spikes behind him.
"You are cornered. Better just jump in and end it now," the dark she-cat's eyes were cold and calculating. Redfeather advanced slowly, one paw-step after another. Icepaw whimpered, causing her pursuer to smirk, "It looks like someone is scared out of her wits."
The white apprentice whimpered again, her red eyes shimmering with fear, "StarClan help us," Hawkpaw whispered next to her.
"Ha! StarClan will not help you now, they were the ones to make me this way," Redfeather spat in contempt. Her cold stare turned hateful as she recalled what her mother had told her, You are destined to live forever, but at a terrible cost. This cost I cannot reveal, you will find out soon enough.
"Why do you do this?" queried Canyonpaw. He alone seemed calm enough to talk without reeking of fear. The brown tabby stepped forward and stood not even a fox-length from Redfeather, his head cocked curiously.
The she-cat sighed, the Haze lifting for a moment, "I have to. I wish I did not have to," she bowed her head, her shoulders hunching momentarily and the Haze reasserted control.
"Then don't," he meowed simply. Redfeather snarled and stalked forward again. She came nose to nose with the tom and hissed, raking claws across his ears.
"Idiot! It is not that simple!" rage radiated from the she-cat, "It never was and never will be you insolent fool!"
"Okay, okay!" Canyonpaw jumped away, bumping into Icepaw, who was near the edge of the pit.
She stumbled and nearly tipped backward into the hole of death behind her, "Watch it! You almost knocked me into that-that pit that killed my brother!"
Redfeather chuckled. She had sauntered forward during the exchange and now stood, yet again, nose to nose with the brown tabby tom. She shoved him aside and advanced on the albino she-cat, "Say goodbye," she whispered.
The ginger warrior lowered her head and shoved Icepaw, setting her off balance and sending her spiraling onto the stakes with a sickening thud and ripping sound.
A horrendous screech ripped the air as spikes sank into her body, spearing her red eye, pulling it out of the socket and leaving it impaled on the top of the stake. It oozed blood, turning the eye even redder. Agony pulsed like lightning through Icepaw's head; all her thoughts were clouded by pain. Stakes pierced her through the gut and her flanks.
More ripping ensued as she writhed and yowled. The others could only look on in horror as blood pattered like raindrops and the white she-cat's struggles grew fainter and fainter. At long last, after much agony, she ceased to struggle and went limp, forever stil.
"No! You monster!" Screechfoot snarled. He was too horrified to make a move. Hawkpaw was trembling violently, scarred from her friend's gruesome death. Even Canyonpaw, who was so calm, was reduced to a shivering lump of brown tabby fur and scared green eyes.
Redfeather had watched with interest and pride as Icepaw met her end. Now she laughed that high pitched, insane laugh, "You cannot stop me, but I would like to see you try."
Screechfoot seemed to recover his senses and marched forward, "Fine. Redfeather, warrior of HiddenClan, I Screechfoot warrior of HiddenClan challenge you to a Match! Life to death."
Suprise pulsed from the two remaining apprentices. The gray tom had challenged Redfeather to a life and death fight. He also risked becoming like the dark ginger she-cat if he fought her, for there was an ancient magic that controlled the rules and customs of this fight. But it was the only way to rid this cat of her demonic ways.
"I, Redfeather warrior of HiddenClan accept your challenge. Life to death," she yowled, amber eyes flashing. She dropped into a crouch and prowled forward. Screechfoot did the same. Neither made a sound, not a hiss or growl came from their closed jaws.
Suddenly, Redfeather leapt. Still no sound came from them. She landed squarely on the gray tom's back and proceeded to rip fur from his pelt. Screechfoot rolled, squashing the she-cat beneath her. He then flipped over so he was on top and dug his claws into her soft underbelly. She gritted her fangs, trying not to yowl.
Screechfoot jumped off her and reared up on his hind paws. With terrifying speed and force, he slammed his paws down onto Redfeather's chest and a crack was heard.
Her eyes shut tight in an attempt not to yowl, Redfeather surged upward, knocking her opponent off and throwing him to the ground. She took his scruff in her jaws and shook him, making the tom dizzy and disoriented. He opened his mouth to groan, then closed it.
Canyonpaw and Hawkpaw watched in silent fascination. They had heard of these sacred duels but had never seen one. Although they did not understand why they were silent, not hurling insults at each other or hissing, their eyes, one set blue and one green, remained glued to their every move.
The two warriors became a silent ball of red and gray fur, twisting and dodging, lashing and biting. After what seemed like moons, Redfeather had Screechfoot pinned. The tom could not break her grip and went limp, turning his head to expose his neck.
Not loosening her grip, the ginger warrior swiftly sank her fangs into his neck, not deep enough to kill but deep enough to scar. She stepped aside and let the tom rise, "May StarClan take your soul," she meowed, breaking the silence of the fight.
"And yours," replied her opponent. He bowed his head to Redfeather before stalking off. Hawkpaw tried to follow but Canyonpaw held her back. He looked her in the eyes, trying to say, Don't.
Minutes later, a terrible screech was heard as StarClan claimed their victim. Redfeather turned to the apprentices, "Come, let us go back to camp, and I regret everything I did here but it is not me who controls who I kill."
With that, she whipped around and trudged towards the camp. The apprentices followed, too scarred to speak.
"Redfeather's gone!" The yowl sliced the morning air as Rainmist bolted out of the warriors den. It was five moons since Screechfoot had challenged Redfeather to a Match. She told the Clan only that much, not how Icepaw disappeared, not where the Match was held.
Canyonpaw and Hawkpaw had kept quiet as well, but were noted to be more distant. They took comfort in each other since that terrible day and had begun to spend more time together than any other cats in the Clan. Their warrior ceremony had been held and they now donned the names Canyonshadow and Hawkshriek.
"Then I'm going to find her!" that was Ravenkit-now Ravenpaw. The black tom had been closer to her than even her sister, helping find ways for her to cope with the Haze and keep from murdering.
He spun around and raced out of the camp. Rainmist could only sit in the clearing, heartbroken and knowing he was not going to bring Redfeather back, he going to go with her. Somehow, though, she knew they would be back, "Good bye my son, my sister."
Well, time for you little ones to go. Wouldn't want a jungle snake to get you. Goodnight, and be careful who you insult.
A/N: I had so much fun writing this chapter. I don't know why though... Anywho, please review! And really do watch who you insult, you never know what they're capable of. ;)
QOTC- Yeah, I'm gonna start doing these just for fun. What is the most horrific thing you can think of? To me, watching everyone you love die in front of you.
-Creeky out!
