The Forgotten Wild [Warrior Cats] (pending rewrite)

Chapter 17

The picture is my cat, Tiger -->

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Silverpaw's P.O.V

My mouth dropped open in shock. "W-what? Why?" I stuttered, completely lost in confusion.

Sparrowfeather's ginger tail twitched back and forth angrily. He opened his jaws, then closed them again with a hiss. "Because of Shadowstar." He finally snarled, green eyes brimming with fury. "Shadowstar blamed you for the attack from PineClan. You were still unconscious, so I growled at Shadowstar saying that was ridiculous." I felt my own anger rising as Sparrowfeather continued, "He exiled us, because of PineClan." He spat.

I unsheathed my claws, sinking them into the damp earth beneath me. "That is ridiculous." I scornfully meowed.

"Yeah." Sparrowfeather sighed, suddenly losing all his anger. He looked away from me, lost in thought. "Well," He said, standing up. "I'm going to go hunting." He glanced at my battered body. "And go get some more moss." He padded though the bramble den's entrance as I wearily laid my head on my paws. "I'll be right back Silverpaw." He said, his voice getting fainter as he walked away. I closed my eyes, sinking into blackness once more.

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Unknown P.O.V

I padded silently over the leaf covered ground, relishing my dark surroundings. I won't be seen tonight.

I stopped at the entrance to the camp. The tortoiseshell guard had fallen asleep. Perfect. I unsheathed my claws and flashed my black paw out. The she-cat collapsed with red lines along her throat. I shoved her motionless body away from me and padded forward again. My claws shot out again as I reached the small den. I peered inside. The long furred tan she-cat was curled protectively around her kits as she slept. I glanced behind me, making sure no one was watching and then slipped silently inside the den. I dug my claws into her long fur and pushed her muzzle into the dirt; silencing any cries she made. Once I was sure she had stopped breathing, I uncurled her body from around the kits. One was a little ginger kit and the other was a dark brown tabby. The tabby looked stronger, so with a flick of my claws, I swatted the ginger kit away from the tabby. I grasped the tabbies neck fur and lifted it up. It let out a mewl as I bounded out of the den, no longer trying to be quiet.

"Stop!" Someone shouted.

I just smirked and pounded out of the camp.

I got the kit. See you later, StormClan.

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Sorry for not updating for so long guys, I've had 0 inspiration for writing this. Plus I've been busy. Sort of. (Does reading count as busy?)

Anyway, Silverpaw had nothing exciting going on, but whoever that black pawed cat was, did. X3
If any of you guys actually want me to continue this book, could you let me know? Those comments keep me writing you know.
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