BreezeClan's Fallout

Ch. 2

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Dreamfall was lucky enough to survive the attack, but as she steps into the clearing of the camp, accompanied by nobody other than her shadow, a sudden pang of sorrow fills her chest. Grief flashes across her eyes as she pads by bodies that were once her clanmates.

Blood was splattered everywhere, most of it fresh from recent battle. Dreamfall goes dizzy in the head when she sees Bramblestar, tail missing. His tail rests beside his den, twitching still from the living nerves within-and she splutters in disbelief, eyes wide.

Whomever these cats were played a sick game, and Dreamfall was sure she was not interested at all. She'd rather them be shredded apart by badgers. That'd be a sight to see for sore eyes.

Slowly she padded closer to Bramblestar's limp form, and she hesitates to rest back on her haunches, tail flicking. She tastes the air, and coughs at the strong metallic taste of blood hanging in the air. Soon she'd have to leave, because she can not honestly take all this.. gore.

She right about feels her heart leap out of her chest when Bramblestar's body suddenly jerks-He's breathing!

"Bramblestar?" Dreamfall's voice falters, caught in her throat.

The tom lays there twitching for a few minutes, Dreamfall coaxing him out of the sheer horror he'd just lost a life. Still, those cats must have been stupid to think Clan cats don't come back. At least, the leaders do. Now Bramblestar remains with six more lives.

"But your tail, sir!"

Bramblestar blinks, dumbfounded as he sits up. His gaze then follows to where her tail tip is pointing, and as soon as he sees his tail lying there-still twitching it's hissy fit-he whips his head around to stare at the Bob of what remains his tail.

His sudden loud gasp eases Dreamfall, and then his snort seems to make her giggle a little. Even in the worst times, Bramblestar somehow got the she-cat to lighten up.

"Why, you're right! Those dumb cats bit right clean through my tail!"

"Will you be alright, sir?"

"Oh, yeah I'm fine."

A few beats later after the both of them sit in an awkward silence, something rouses the bush to Dreamfall's left. Instantly she unsheathed her razor sharp claws and flexed them in the dirt, a snarl crawling out of her dry throat.

"Who goes there?"

No answer.

"Look, I'll attack you, and it'll be a bloody massacre in the end pal. So you better come out!"

Some cat sighs in the bush, stepping out into the clearing with Bramblestar and Dreamfall. It's Mistgrove, one of the queens that had a litter of four kits with Furzefire.

Except she's only carrying one kit in her jaws, and this makes Dreamfall worry. And by worry, she means terrified.