Chapter 5
Bramblestar looked at the body, it lying there, lifeless, his eyes still wide with fear, looking up at the sky. His light brown fur, stained with blood. His claws, still unsheathed, and the red, sticky blood still wheeling out of his neck.
"I looked up to you. You were such a great warrior." His last words were ringing inside his head.
"What are we going to do?" Bramblestar started to panic, thinking of what might happen if Sandstorms hunting patrol were to come and find them, Birchpaw's dead body, covered in blood, Hawkfrost; a Riverclan cat on their territory.
"What are we going to do?" Hawkfrost demanded. "we can only leave the body here." Bramblestar said quietly, still having trouble processing what just happened.
"Are you mouse brained?" Hawkfrost spat. "Someone will see it here!" Hawkfrost said, staring at the body, wide out in the open. No bushes, no plants, just the tall trees, that didn't hide his body at all.
"It's near the Shadowclan border." Bramblestar pointed out. "Only about 10 foxtails away." He said looking at the shadowclan boarder.
"But, no shadowclan scent his here. Not on the body, not even across the stream." Hawkfrost said, arguing as quickly as he could, obviously wanting to leave.
Bramblestar just starred at the body, ignoring his obviously good points. For a few moments, everything was quite; The wind had stopped blowing the plants, the scuffling of prey had stopped, the rustling of the leaves had vanished, and it even seemed like all the birds had stopped chirping; like the only thing left, was him, and the lifeless body of Birchpaw.
"No, just, just leave it here." Bramblestar stammered. Hawkfrost looked at him worriedly. "Ok, if you insist." Hawkfrost said.
"Alright, well, I have to go, and you should probably get back to your clan." Hawkfrost said, padding away. "Good luck." Hawkfrost sneered, not turning to look at Bramblestar.
Bramblestar started running towards camp, as fast as he could. Twice I a day, he has felt the wind rushing through his fur, but for a reason, a reason that will haunt his dreams. He soon came to camp.
He quickly dashed into camp. He stopped quickly, as he saw the cats around him turn to face him. He stood there in a crouch, catching his breath. He put a panicking look on his face, full of fear, his eyes stretching wide open.
A crowd of cats started forming around him. "Brambleclaw, are you ok?" He heard the fermiliar voice of Rainwhisker, filled with anxity. "What happened?" He heard the voice of Brakenfur.
"Firestar!" He painted, still in a crouch, gasping for breaths of air, exhausted from the long run. "Firestar-Firstar's dead!" He said, his voice filled with fear, hoping that he was a good actor.