MockingJay's Curse

Chapter Eight

MockingPaw awoke in a stinking, muddy den. "Huh..." She groaned as she pulled herself to a crooked sitting position. MockingPaw's head was pounding and sore, 'What happened to me?' She thought to herself. Then a familiar stench bathed her tongue. SoulClan.

"So the little thief awakens hmm?" A cold voice growled from the darkness outside of her prison. "W-who are you? Where am I?" MockingKit demanded, racking her brain for memories or something to help her piece together how she got there.

"Well, I'm YellowBelly, and YOU are a dirty little thief!" YellowBelly yowled at MockingPaw, who flattened her ears at him. "I didn't steal anything! So therefore, I'm not a thief!" MockingPaw reasoned, but it was no use. SoulClan cats were shallow and self-centred, always thinking they were right. "You attempted to steal prey! DirtStripe told us!" 'DirtStripe! That fox-hearted scum bag put me in this place!'

"What I-" "Enough talking! Which Clan are you from?!" MockingPaw thought about her answer and said "StormClan! I'm from StormClan!" YellowBelly growled and MockingPaw heard him creep away. 'Wait, did I just say I was from StormClan?! Oh no no no!... What have I done...'

YellowBelly crept over to DeadStar and whispered "Your accusations were correct! She is from StormClan!" DeadStar chuckled and licked his lips "StormClan better watch out, for a storm is coming their way... " YellowBelly chuckled evilly as well. They were thirsty for battle, and a battle they shall get.

MockingPaw paced around her prison impatiently. "Oi! You still there?!" MockingPaw stopped pacing and stayed silent, maybe if he thought she wasn't there... MockingPaw heard the tom take a deep sniff and then he grunted "I can still smell ya prisoner! Stay there and we will return you to your clan at moonset!" MockingPaw's spirit lifted slightly, maybe they will actually stick to their word... Maybe she would be escorted to StormClan!

MockingPaw let her thoughts drown out reality. She had just started a war.