Shoreflower's Shame

Prologue

-"Its for the better."

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In the eerie darkness a cat slowly padded towards the large rock that they called the leader's den, quickly making their way into the den, watching as the other cats drifted into slumber their chest rising calmly on this warm green-leaf night. As the cat entered their leaders den, they're eyes were one the calmly sleeping she-cat.

Swanstar was old. But that made her be seen as a wise leader, but the Clan needed a fresh start. Making their way to the Thunder Clan's sleeping leader, they slowly unsheathed their claws. After looking at the leader for one last long second, trembling, they swiftly bit into the she-cat's throat.

Swanstars eyes flew open as she wanted to yowl but only blood came out of her burning throath. She tried clawing at her attacker, trying to strike the tom's belly clumsily. But her strength was fading fast as the bitter taste of her own blood dripped from her mouth, painting the soft sand under her paws red.She hissed at her attacker, fur bristlering.

As she glanced at her attacker for the last time she saw their amber eyed we're not filled with anger, rage or fear. He loocked so confident in what he was doing, but she could feel that this decision was making his skin crawl.

Her attacker placed one paw one her throat, pausing, he look once more in his leaders eyes, those dead amber eyes blazing back at her. As life died in her blue eyes, with her last drop of strength she let out a loud yowl. As darkness blurred her vision.

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"You have killed Swanstar!"-began Batheart with a cold voice ringing through ThunderClan camp , his voice carrying through the air like a leaf-bare chill, his amber eye's we're glistening frost in the Dawn mist as he glared down at the shuddering black and white Warrior, their tail lashing back and forth uneasily as a frightened Queen look pleadingly at her Deputy, her mate's frozen gaze.
"I sentence you to exile for attacking and killing your leader!"-Batheart yowld flicking his tail.

The cats of ThunderClan started to stir awake from the loud yowl of their Deputy. Slowly walking out to the horrifying sight of the ice-cold body of their beloved leader laying in the middle of the Clearing. Terrified gasps and whispers broke out from the cats making the warm green-leaf air freeze from the tension.

"Are you mad Batheart?!"-Waspstep hissed brushing her long golden tail over her trembling son. Batheart took a deep breath and shook his head.
"I am ashamed to say this but my son-"- Batheart continued speaking, glancing down at the silent Clan.
-"My only offspring has taken the last life of are wise leader, Swanstar, I saw as he bit into her throat like a blood thirsty fox!"-He finished, as yowls of protests bursted from the crowd.

"He couldn't even hunt in his first month of apprentice training because he felt bad for the prey!"

"Silentsplash couldn't hurt a fly!"-the cats hissed, there fur blistering.
It was the small Warriors voice that silenced the other cats.

"You got what you all wanted"-the tom finally spoke, his voice verging on a frozen hiss.
The cats of ThunderClan broke out in angry hisses and whispers, as Waspstep's breath lurched when Batheart leaped down from the rock where he stood and slowly approached his son, Waspstep visibly shaking now.
"This is your last warning !"-Batheart looked confident as he unsheathed his claws. The tom took a step back eyes wide in horror.

"But-" - he shuddered, but Batheart had already struck the black Warrior's cheek, drawing blood, as the Waspstep flinched from afar, the fellow Queen's pressing their flank against hers in comfort. The deputy pounced on top of the other cat, the Warrior hissed as the much larger tom bounded on top of him. The young tom lashed forward to break over Batheart, but the Deputy pinned him down with his sharp claws, as he shoved him into the ground. With a swift movment the young Warrior kicked of Batheart and ran towards the Clamp entrance.

Every cat was silent as the wind had slowed down and now was only a light breez, the wail of the Queen that lost her only child, and the whispers of terror was the only thing that could be herd.