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Featherpaw sighed and flopped down in her nest. Her eyes showed how tired she was as she layed down and curled up. All day, since Driftpaw beat her for the second time in combat, she had been really tired. She just wanted to curl up and fall asleep.
She was still surprised that a tom so small could beat her in combat. Sure they where the same age but it was clear he was the runt of his litter and was not going to get as big as Featherpaw soon.
Featherpaw closed her eyes and sighed. On her right Patchpaw slept, snoring softly, and on her left Driftpaw layed silently.
Movement shifted on her left and then the warmth was pulled away from her side. Featherpaw slowly opened her eyes.
She saw that Driftpaw was not at her side anymore. A soft sound made her look towards the entrance of the den. A gray tabby was exiting the den quickly.
Featherpaw shook her head and layed it on her paws. Must just be going to the Dirtplace... She thought but something did not seem right.
She sighed quitely and closed her eyes, falling asleep.
Featherpaw work in her dream. She was standing in the middle of the Thunderclan camp. Around her cats fought, screeching and yowling in pain. Battle cries and wails of loss and pain rose in the air.
All the sounds hit Featherpaw's ears. It was overwhelming. A red tom bumped into her, knocking her over and to the ground. Featherpaw turned, wide-eyed to see Driftpaw looking down at her.
"Featherpaw! There you are!" Driftpaw exclaimed, looking happy. His fur was splattered with blood and scratches and wounds. He did not seem in any pain at all. His claws where out. They where also red with blood and had different coloured fur in between them.
"Driftpaw, what is happening?" Featherpaw asked, scrambling to stand up. She was so confused and shocked and she had no idea who cats they are or why they where fighting.
"Driftpaw!" A loud she-cat voice yowled over the battling cats.
Driftpaw took a few panicked steps backwards. He looked around quickly, wide-eyed.
"You traitor!" The voice screamed again.
Suddenly Driftpaw fell to the ground, a large wound gushing out blood on the back of his neck. He gasped for air as the hot, sticky blood pooled around his already red fur.
Behind him stood a small, skinny, sleek furred lack she-cat. She had one white paw and blue eyes. Her eyes where icy blue, filled with revenge and hatered. Her gaze slowly moved from Driftpaw to Featherpaw.
Featherpaw stood shocked, blood turning cold as she stared the she-cat in the eyes. She wanted to screem, run, and hide but something held her in place.
The black she-cat smiled an evil, toothy smile, her eyes turning excited. She tipped her head slightly to the side and flicked her tail tip slowy back and forth. The unknown she-cat took a step forward, over Driftpaw who now layed dead.
"This is going to be fun." The cat laughed, an evil laugh. She suddenly jumped at Featherpaw, who was still rooted to the ground.
Featherpaw let out a loud scream as claws met her throat. They ripped her fur and skin. Featherpaw fell to the ground with a hard thump.
Featherpaw stared up at the she-cat who stood proudly stareing down at Featherpaw. The last thing Featherpaw saw was the icy blue eyes that sent a shiver down her spine, a flash of red, and then pitch black darkness.
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