BreezeClan's Fallout

Ch. 3

Mistgrove, Bramblestar, and Dreamfall all at once looked to the mewling kit when it began thrashing around in Mistgrove's jaws.

Gently the mother set him down, watching him sit up and puff out his chest. "I'm Olivekit. My mother told me what happened here, at our camp, and Bramblestar I just want you to know that I was the strongest of my siblings. I will honor the Clan by taking out every rogue I can find. I swear this to you!"

Bramblestar winced a forced smile, nodding at the little one. "Yes, yes you will. Thank you, Olivekit. You will make a brave warrior someday."

This made Olivekit's pale green eyes widen in surprise from the sudden compliment that was given from his clan leader. "Seriously?"

Dreamfall nodded in sync with Bramblestar, and that's when the kit jerked his head around, eyeing the camp with a worried expression.

"Will we be staying here, Ms. Dreamfall?" Olivekit mewed, ears flicking in her direction.

"That's up to Bramblestar, but by the looks of it, this is a massacre and this camp will make us all sick if we stick around."

Olivekit's nose wrinkles at the horrid smell lingering in the air. Then he eyes Bramblestar's Bob of a tail and gasps loudly.

Bramblestar seems to become conscious of this, but doesn't turn away. Instead his amber eyes gleam with confidence, and he stands to strode forward and lick between the kit's ears.

Olivekit takes it as a surprise, and makes a face again when the leader pulls back, but notices the warmth in his eyes and suddenly the side of his mouth quirks up.

Mistgrove moves over to Dreamfall, nudging at her shoulder. "Come with me. I have something to show you."

With Bramblestar busying Olivekit, Dreamfall nods hastily before padding off with the queen.

They both enter the apprentice's den and a wave of death's scent hits Dreamfall's nostrils. "Oh." She moans, horrified by what's in front of her.

Mistgrove's ears lower in defeat, and she flicks her tail over at the corner of the den, where so much blood is splattered it looked like cats had literally ripped the slumped form apart.

When Dreamfall starts shuffling forward, Mistgrove's tail brushes against her flank. "Be careful."

As the she-cat closes in on the corner where the form lays, Dreamfall sucks in a breath.

There lied a mangled cat she'd never seen before. He had pure black fur and lifeless crimson red eyes. Whatever had happened in this den, he didn't go down quietly.

Deep gashes ran down along almost every part of his body, and some blood even still oozed out of those wounds. It was making Dreamfall dizzy.

"Mistgrove. I've never seen-"

She's cut off by a sudden loud wail outside the den, within the camp. When Dreamfall whirls around, Mistgrove's already gone.