Death
Treefur gazed at silverpelt, Salmontail beside her. "She didn't have to die... I made her go..." she whined, her paws on her nose. "If it wasn't for her, Rushpelt, Blacktalon, and Mossyfang would be dead." Salmontail purred. "Yeah, I guess so." Treefur sighed. "HELP!" Mothwing ran out of the elders den, her long fur covered in blood. "Great Starclan! What happened in there?" Willowshine, the new medicine cat, mewed. "I'm not gonna let someone else die..." Treefur mumbled, bolting into the elders den. She gasped in shock at what she saw. Pouncetail was coughing blood, and Dapplenose was trying to keep his mouth closed. "Treefur! Help me make his mouth close! I'm to weak!" Dapplenose hissed. Treefur nodded, using her strong paws to keep the elder's mouth shut "Starclan!" Willowshine mumbled. "It's okay, Pouncetail. Just close your mouth, and you'll be fine." Mothwing coaxed. Pouncetail spattered more blood on the floor, then his mouth closed slowly. Willowshine nudged a chervil into Pouncetail's mouth. "Don't swallow. Just chew it." Mothwing purred. Pouncetail's jaws started working, and the blood stopped comeing. But that wasn't good. He was dead. "Oh... Starclan..." Treefur's claws dug into the ground. She new one thing, her brother didn't know, her sister didn't know, and her mom was keeping it secret. Pouncetail was her father. Treefur looked down into the gorge. She was no longer deputy, and was a warrior again. Mossyfang is deputy now, and Willowshine seemed confident that was her path. Whatever. Treefur stared more loningly at the river, suddenlly thirsty. "Treefur..." a firmiliar voice roused her. "Snowheart!?" Treefur turned. Her daughter was sitting infront of her, white fur shining. "Snowheart, I-" Treefur started to explain. "SILENCE!" Snowheart shouted. Treefur cowered back. "Oh... mom... I'm sorry... I just.. it... mom, your gonna die." Snowheart looked at the ground. Treefrs mouth was wide, ready to talk, but nothing came out. "Pouncetail will do it." her daughter confirmed. Then she dissolved into air, like a blizzard. "Hello, daughter." an old voice hissed. treefur turned to the other starclan cat. Pouncetail. Her dad... "I will kill you now... for all the trouble you caused." he hissed. Treefur tensed as the Starclan warrior launched for her underbelly. She leaped away, claws scraping her flank. She did a front paw blow, but he dodged and grabbed her tail, throwing her across the ground. Landing on her paws, Treefur hissed warning. She practiccally flew behind him, preforming a back kick. Pouncetail mewed, alarmed. Even though he was in Starclan, he wasn't as strong as the younger warrior. Feeling good for herself, she didn't notice when he did a front paw strick on her chest, flinging her down. She remembered the trick Grasspelt had taught her. Slowly, she limped, fake-reatreating. As soon as Pouncetail loosened his grip, she striked again, raking his belly. Slowly, he dissapeared. Treefur felt pleased. She chased away a starclan warrior! But, he reappeared, sending her tumbleing off the edge of the cliff. The ground slowly came into view. During the hot temperature of newleaf, the water had become a small stream. Treefur sighed. No way of survival. She thought of Mistpaw, Mudpaw, and Rainpaw. The three newly named apprentices would miss her. Dawnstar...
Salmontail...
Blacktalon...
Willowpelt...
Mothwing...
Everyone...
I'll miss you.
She assured herself. Then she closed her eyes. As she hit the hard ground, blodd fell from her mouth. She coughed, breathless, rocks jutting into her sides. in a matter of moments, she was dead.