𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑭𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 𝑨 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒓 𝒄𝒂𝒕 𝑭𝒂𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒄

Chapter 5

I was born with the devil in me. I could not help the fact that I was a murderer, no more than the fact that a poet cannot help the fact to sing. I was born with the evil one standing as my sponsor beside the bed where I was ushered into this world, and he has been with me since.

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Maplepaw's elated feeling didn't last for long, however. Soon, she saw Honeypaw being lifted into the medicine den, blood staining the paws of fur of both Ashpool and Ghostwhisper. She heard a gasp sound behind her and turned around to see the horrified face of Silentpaw as she whispered,

"You...did...this?"

Maplepaw gave a subtle nod, her heart in her throat. If anything, it seemed that Honeypaw's condition was getting worse by the minute.

"Will she survive?" Maplepaw asked, her voice stressed. As much as she hated the golden she-cat she didn't want to have a death on her conscience.

"We hope so. We aren't too sure about how much blood she lost and how deep her wounds are. Right now, we're just trying cleanse her wounds and patch them up to prevent more bleeding. We hope that there aren't any ruptured organs or internal bleeding. If there are...we hope that she spends a good life in StarClan," Ghostwhisper sighed, dropping his head before calling,

"Silentpaw, come here. We need you to patch up this part."

Maplepaw saw Cloudpaw leaning over Honeypaw, their noses touching. Honeypaw was barely breathing, her chest faintly rising and falling, but apart from that, you couldn't tell if she was alive or not.

Cloudpaw turned to look at Maplepaw, his eyes flooded with grief and anger, as he hissed at Maplepaw,

"You really are a monster! No wonder why your father abandoned you! You are nothing."

Maplepaw stared back at Cloudpaw, not flinching, not even blinking. 

So what if he calls you a monster? Be yourself; everyone else is taken.

Maplepaw sat up straighter and tilted her chin up proudly at Cloudpaw who growled ferociously before turning back to Honeypaw.

"I think you should leave, Maplepaw. You staying here will only make Cloudpaw more angry and irritated and would probably make him attack you. Something I don't think is needed in here," Silentpaw whispered, her tail tip gently resting across Maplepaw's shoulders.

Maplepaw nodded before she quickly left the medicine cats' den. The darkness, the part of her which was rising fast, wanted Honeypaw to die, as slowly as possible. She unsheathed her claws, and her tongue touched a bit of half-dried blood in her mouth and her lips curled up into a smile. Seeing her enemies suffer was something that Maplepaw found surprisingly amusing.

She saw a shadow loom over her and flinched.

Steady now darling. There's nothing to be afraid of, the voice reassured her.

"Maplepaw!" Heatherstalk yowled in her face before roughly grabbing her scruff and carrying, no wait, hauling her over to the other side of the MistClan clearing.

"What were you thinking, young cat?" Heatherstalk snapped in her face, spittle flying from her mouth. "Do you want to be known as a murderer?! I didn't raise you to have a murder on your conscience!"

Maplepaw flinched and drew her ears back in fright as she cowered from her foster mother. She had never seen Heatherstalk this incandescent before. The worst, well now second-to-worst, thing she had been in was giving her a light whack on the head or a cuff over her ears.

Maplepaw knew that Heatherstalk must've seen Maplepaw's fright and took a deep breath before saying,

"I'm sorry Maplepaw. I never...but please, could you promise me something?"