They gathered around their former Clanmate, heads bowed in sorrow, as they mourned for the cat. A lithe tom squeezed his way through all the crowding cats, staring at the corpse of his dead mate. Blood was splattered around the she, drooling from her mouth, as she lay there, unmoving, never to breathe once more.
A whine ripped its way from the tom's throat, causing his orange pelt to shudder.
"Redcough. . .I never knew it was this bad," he slowly mumbled. He didn't know she would've died from this. The medicine cat said she'd be fine.
That filthy liar! He growled to himself, tempted to turn and rip out that she-cat's throat then and there.
An auburn tabby thrust his way through, glaring fiercely until his icy eyes landed on the dead body.
"Mother," he whispered, ears laying back, as his strutleft him. "Why?" He lashed his specked tail angrily, locking his fangs into a low growl.
He turned, swaying his bushy tail behind him, and walked off. But before he left, he turned and narrowed his eyes at the Clan. And not just all of them, but the medicine cat.
"Demonstrike, you'll pay for what you've done. I won't even begin to forgive you until you're dead!" he snapped, eyes flaring, before his paws led him away from the camp.
That left the whole Clan shocked and dumbfounded, except Demonstrike. She just sat there.
Smirking.
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The New Warriors: Hidden Stones *IMPROVISING*
Aventura"What's so important about these stones?" snorted a grey tom. A taller maine coon she padded over, wiping her tail over his nose. "Quiet; we mustn't wake the Guardian. He grows angry when awake," she whispered to the small male, her cerulean eyes...
