Berryleaf looked at Badgerpath and Batwhisker, opening and closing his mouth out of shock. Then, without a word, he spun around and sprinted into the woods.
"We can't let him get away like Shadeflight!" Batwhisker exclaimed. He chased after the ginger tom. Badgerpath followed.
Badgerpath sprinted through the leaves and the trees, following the sound and scent of Batwhisker and Berryleaf. He eventually heard a cry, and an angry growl. He came upon Batwhisker pinning Berryleaf to the ground, hissing.
"Batwhisker, wait! We can't kill —" Badgerpath began, but it was too late. The black tom had already ripped open Berryleaf's throat.
He moved away from the ginger tom, and turned to look at Badgerpath. He cocked his head to the side, and his eyes glinted with a sinister light.
"Well, you might not be able to kill. I, however, find that I am very capable of it," Batwhisker retorted. He leapt at Badgerpath, claws unsheathed, tackling the deputy to the ground.
Badgerpath clawed back at Batwhisker, hissing. "Berryleaf was the medicine cat apprentice, I should have known that he wouldn't kill a clanmate!" Batwhisker growled back at him, and with a clean swipe, slashed through the black-and-white tom's neck.
Batwhisker stepped back from Badgerpath's body, and cleaned the blood from his paws. Without looking up, he flicked his tail towards the tree line.
"You can come out now, Shadeflight. We should probably bury these bodies," he mewed nonchalantly. His sister padded out of the trees, and together, they began to dig into the ground.
Once they had buried Badgerpath and Berryleaf, they returned to the camp to bury the others. They had to carry each one individually, and by the time they had finished burying the cats, the sun had already begun to set.
Batwhisker sat down in front of Shadeflight in the warriors' den, happily twitching his tail. She looked at him with a guarded expression.
"So now what?" she asked. He glanced out of the den entrance, then back at her.
"Well, we sleep tonight. Then, I was thinking that we could move on to PineClan," he began. His excitement began to grow, and he paced around the den. "Blend in for awhile, maybe a few moons of peace. Then, we repeat the process. After we kill them, we move on to BrushClan. Of course, we'd have to hide our identities. There are two siblings in PineClan that look like us, Blackfur and Ebonyshine. Blackfur has some scars, but I believe we can replicate those" Shadeflight listened to him in horror, as he continued to reveal his plans.
"We enter PineClan under the names Bat and Shade. Then, we kill everyone, even the cats who are exiled. Once we've killed all of PineClan, we move on to BrushClan as Blackfur and Ebonyshine. Repeat the process of murder. Finally, we end up in StreamClan. We made a mistake with letting cats get away. We'd have to kill them a few moons before we even enter the clan. Trust me, though, it will work," he declared. He looked at Shadeflight, eyes blazing passionately.
Shadeflight shook her head, and shot up. "No! I thought we were done, Batwhisker! I thought once we had killed all of LeafClan, you would be done with your revenge for . . . for whatever you think the world has done to you!" Batwhisker's hackles raised, and he stepped closer to her.
"I was giving you the benefit of the doubt when I didn't kill you after the charade you pulled during your exile," he growled. They both glared at each other, stepping closer. "But I'm not afraid of killing you. So either support me, or die".
Shadeflight let her hackles fall, and hung her head. She nodded once. "You're right, I'm sorry. You're my brother. No one knows you better than I do". She stepped forward, and he placed his head on top of hers. He opened his mouth to speak, but she cut him off. "That's why I have to do this". She leapt up and latched her teeth onto his throat, causing him to start pushing away from her.
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Murder in the Woods: A Warrior Cat Mafia
Ngẫu nhiênHonor. Bravery. Loyalty. Every clan cat knows the code. It keeps the peace where cats cannot. Rule 14: An honorable cat does not need to kill to win his own battles. But what if there weren't any battles at all? Something is growing in the woods. So...