Warrior Cats: Cleardawn's Secret [Book TWO]

Chapter 4

It was as if a large shaft of black light had penetrated my heart, and it's force was scratching my heart, with a ghostly whisper of cold air brushing against my prickled fur.

Flamestar, the noble leader who I had relied on, the one, the only one who was really concerned for my loss of my mother, and tried everything to help me find her, only for everything I've done to come crashing down on him, and making him cripple from the inside out.

It was almost too frightening to realize. Flamestar was dead, and who knows if he will be welcomed into StarClan after everything he's said about them and to them.

I was scared for his soul, the soul that was the  once sweet, noble leader of FlameClan, the one who everyone looked up to and the one who everyone followed, not the sad, lonesome Flamestar, whose thoughts had eaten him up from deep inside, the one who was broken and who felt there was no fate or hope for FlameClan, or anyone, the one who didn't care about anything anymore. That wasn't Flamestar. I hope StarClan realized that, knowing who he once was and that even though it seemed there wasn't, his true self was still roaming inside him, lost, but finding a way out.

I sat, my eyes still wet from the tears of sorrow I had shed for my friend. If only I really knew what he was feeling, and that his depression was this severe.

I sighed, my breath shaky and my paws trembling. I glanced over at the monster, which was rolled over, it's face dented. I think it was dead.

I stood, fastening my teeth around Flamestar's neck fur and lifting his limp body up from the crumbly ground.

I dragged him across the Thunderpath, bolting when I heard another monster's growl approaching. As I reached the safety of the forest, I hid in a bush as I saw the monster prowl along. Soon, it stopped and my heart dropped. It must've known one of it's own was killed! I figured, shielding Flamestar's body behind me.

The monster stopped next to the other dead one, and it's belly opened and three Twolegs came out. My eyes widened in fear and I flattened my ears in defense even though they were no where close to where I was.

The Twolegs raced over to the dead monster, opening it's belly and dragging out two elderly twolegs who seemed to have deep gashes on their pink, shaved faces. I had a dark feeling that, they too, were dead.

I grasped Flamestar's neck once again and decided it was time to leave the area, hearing a loud yowling coming from a large, white monster, and I had a strong feeling it was headed towards the accident.

As I continued to stumble dreadfully towards the camp, the entrance to it slowly appeared into view.

I condemned the moment when I would have to walk through the camp with our leader's blood on my pelt and his disoriented body in my jaws.

A few paw steps more, and I was only mouse-lengths away from the dreadful moment of shock and despair. I took a deep sigh of breath, and weakly strolled myself and Flamestar's body into the camp.

At first, there was silence, since it was almost moon high, but then the gasping and screeches of shock sounded through the walls of the camp.

I walked until I was in the middle of the camp, and dropped his cold body onto the stone floor.

A sound of something gracefully landing buzzed in my ears, and I slowly turned my head towards it, to face Jumpingjay and his widened eyes.