Riversplash's Defeat (plan on finishing soon)

Chapter eight

The inside of the Horseplace made Riverpaw's jaw drop in surprise. It was very big, and there was not a horse in sight. Not a single one, or animal.

There was a lot of yellow moss-looking things though in a couple of piles that were made neater.

The twolegs must be as obsessed with keeping things clean as Sapwhisker is. Riverpaw thought, twitching his whiskers in amusement.

On one of the piles of whatever it was, there laid an almost as beautiful brown tabby she-cat with yellow eyes.

Her eyes were closed as her chest fell up and down rhythmically.

Zinnia approached her, her paw steps awakening the sleeping female.

"Huh? What is it?" The she-cat mewed sleepily, her voice deeper than what a normal female's sounded like.

The female stretched, arching her back in a long yawn, tongue poking out more than enough.

"Ah!" She purred as her back cracked, and she appeared more awake than before.

The she-cat sat back down, staring at her subjects and then stared at Pearl. She hissed right away.

"Traitor!" She growled, bunching her muscles as if preparing herself to pin down the cream tom.

Pearl looked at the ground. "Oh I'm the traitor? You sent your cats after me to murder me so I wouldn't tell anyone of what you've done!" Pearl snarled, unsheathing his claws as if to prepare to fight her.

"Dude, you can't fight a girl! Especially not our leader!" The black tom mewed, pressing a paw against the growling tom to stop him from mangling the beauty in front of him.

"Does it matter? She's going to kill us!" Pearl snarled, curling his claws against the ground, making a clinking sound.

It would seem as if the ground here was impenetrable.

The brown tabby flicked her tail in amusement. "Zinnia, you have the weirdest of friends." She purred before her gaze landed on the two apprentices.

"And who might you two cuties be?" She asked as she leaped down from like to approach the two young cats.

Riverpaw puffed out his chest. "I'm Riverpaw!" He mewed proudly.

The she-cat gasped loudly, stumbling back as if she had received the blow from Pearl.

"From....RiverClan? Is that your clan?" She asked, whisking her tail back and forth.

Her neck was strained forward and her ears moved to hear his response.

"Yes? Was it my name that gave away the clan? Or was it perhaps my pelt color?" He asked her.

She shuffled her paws as she stared at the ground.

She seemed to be embarrassed at the fact she asked them that.

"Well, your name is Riverpaw, so I was wondering if you were named after you clan is all. And my mate was brutally murdered by a cat of your clan." She told him.

Riverpaw and Wildpaw were shocked.

"Well, yes he was named after our clan." Wildpaw meowed.

"And what are you talking about?! Clan cats don't need to kill to win their battles. You must be thinking of WindClan." Wildpaw meowed.

This is pretty shocking. What clan mate of ours would be willing enough to murder such an innocent cat like that? Riverpaw wondered, sniffing at the base of the weird yellow stuff.