Side note: this was supposed to be an Ochreheart chapter, but I'm not deleting it, so I will compromise and make the next chapter an Ochreheart chapter.
"Rrraaah!" The ShadowClan deputy grunted as he bounded toward Sleekstep, murder glinting in his icy blue eyes. Weaselfur looked very eager, and Sleekstep looked very terrified.
"NO!" Jayflight yelled. She had decided, in that moment, Sleekstep was worth dying for. It probably wasn't the right decision in the long run, but she didn't care.
Jayflight leaped, even faster than Weaselfur was running, and a whole world of pain crashed into her side. She felt blood well out immediately and collapsed to the ground. She felt torn in two, figuratively and literally.
Weaselfur was surprised but retaliated in no time and bit deep into Sleekstep's neck.
Sleekstep's screams ran through her veins and echoed through her heart.
"GET UP! GET UP NOW! YOU HAVE TO SAVE HIM!" Every part of her yelled. She could not move, not with a wound so deep and agonizing.
The screams stopped. Sleekstep was dead.
"I… you… no… you fox-hearted… piece of… mouse dung…" Jayflight choked out. She wanted to explode with noise, leap at Weaselfur and tear his pelt to shreds.
Then, the pain was too much. Her shaking body fell to the ground, struggling against the darkness that was consuming her.
...
"Whuh?" Jayflight gasped. She wasn't in the ShadowClan camp, grappling with pain and grief. She was in RiverClan's medicine den, having just awoken from her awful dream.
"Every time I fall asleep, I just relive the same horrible moments…" she thought with despair.
"Jayflight! You're awake!" Ochreheart exclaimed from the entrance of the den. He must've been waiting there for a while. He bounded over and nuzzled Jayflight with excitement. She returned the nuzzle, glad someone still loved her. Mothwings entered the den as well, smiling, and gave her sister a wave with her paw. Jayflight returned the wave.
"Very important question time," Mothwings announced quickly. Jayflight nodded. Ochreheart seemed glad she was more responsive than last time they had interacted.
"Who seemed suspicious and murderous in ShadowClan?" She asked quickly. Jayflight did not have to think about her answer.
"Weaselfur, the deputy," she hissed, trembling with anger. "He… he's the one who…" she could not find the words to say it. Luckily, she didn't have to with how well her sister and her best friend knew her.
"I've heard about Weaselfur quite a bit. His reputation is one of ferocity and dark heartedness, so I'm not entirely surprised he was the one who did this," Mothwings observed, half to herself.
"Anyone else? We can't make immediate assumptions," Ochreheart said.
"Bayoustar seemed intent on finding me out, but he has no evil intentions… I think…" Jayflight said. "He did seem horrified when ShadowClan voted… but… I… I-I don't know, really." She always found it hard to provide words when she had to discuss the terrible events. Ochreheart looked sympathetic, and Mothwings was still piecing things together.
"Wait, she- this- I-" Mothwings said, trying to find what she was trying to say.
"I've got it! Come on!" She gasped. Then, she dashed off in the direction of ShadowClan without waiting for the others to follow.
"Mothwings!" Ochreheart called, then raced after her. Jayflight followed close behind, but her strides were slow due to her aching wound.
"Hey!" Jayflight heard Threelegs shout from the medicine den. She knew he wouldn't follow, though. He was too nice, and he probably wouldn't catch up with only three legs.
To be continued soon (Hopefully)