Disclaimer: I do not own the concept, or characters, of Warriors by Erin Hunter, which is what this Fanfiction is based off of. Please read and support the author of the Warriors series.
WARNING: This telling has themes of violence, depression, suicidal thoughts, and blood. If you are sensitive to any of the above things please leave.
Disclaimer: I do not own the concept, or characters, of Warriors by Erin Hunter, which is what this Fanfiction is based off of. Please read and support the author of the Warriors series.
WARNING: This telling has themes of violence, depression, suicidal thoughts, gore, and ptsd. If you are sensitive to any of the above things please leave.
A/N: this chapter gets pretty gory, you have been warned.
"no, no!"
She cringed when the fish made a loud thump as it made contact with the ground.
"What was that-?"
Whitepaw perked up.
Her face was flushed as she turned her gaze towards the source of the noise. She spotted an apprentice on the trees.
"B-Billy?" She whispered.
Billypaw felt a knot in her throat. She quickly turned away, putting her back to the camp. I can't face her, she thought, I can't face any of them. She jumped down from the tree, the sudden movement sending a sharp pain through her side. She hissed softly.
She heard a cascade of paw steps coming from the direction of the camp. Oh no. She took off into the trees. the wind whipped through the forest, leaves rustle and snap. Billypaw's paws brush over small pebbles and branches.
Her tail swept from side to side as it brushed the forest floor. She was running head first towards the river. the air carried the scent of wet leaves, earth and rot. There was a faint scent of blood in the air. It was faint, but it was there. The sound of rushing water filled Billypaw's ears as she jumped right into the liquid.
She didn't dare look back. As soon as she touched the water, her paws began to work, pushing back against the flowing liquid. The fact that she was heftier than in her younger moons did not effect how well she swam. Her muscles rippled as she hauled herself to the surface. She bladed to the other side.
Billypaw hauled herself out onto the pebbly bank, Immediately righting herself and fleeing. She saw a flash of grey fur in the distance. Darksight? She altered her course to directly where she saw it. She smiled as she closed in on the area. Darksight will know what to do!
Her heart stopped.
Her eyes widened.
She stood in place.
It wasn't Darksight.
Darksight had a white pelt.
What Billypaw stood before was none other than two coyotes.
They came back.
Billypaw was frozen. Her paws seemed to meld with the earth, stuck there.
The two large, muscular coyotes with fangs the size of a grown cats paw were tearing apart the head and limbs of a cat. The mangled cat convulsed, still alive, but unsaveable. The blood from its wounds turned the grass beneath its body to a dark pool the color of scarlet. Several dried leaves speckled its fur.
None of the two Coyotes seemed fazed by the scratch marks still angry and bleeding that speckled their torsos. The sound of the cat's last gurgled cries fell on their deaf, uncaring ears. She tried to fight the memories of that night, but she could no longer fight it. She was sent back in time to relive what she had worked so hard to bury.
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