Post by Deleted on Nov 7, 2016 13:00:03 GMT -5
I have changed, I have changed, just like you, just like you...
Fawn
Fog blanketed RainClan territory so thick it was hard to see where one placed their paws. Staring down into the water rushing past in the camp stream, barely able to see the slight glimmer of reflected light on the surface, Ashpaw thought of the battle with her uncle, reminded of the cold water surrounding her as she struggled to break free, her lungs burning for air that she could not reach. She had thought she was going to die. How stupid. She returns to her Clan, a place she was supposed to be safe, at least in comparison to the unforgiving mountains, only to be killed by her own kin. Drowned. What a way to die. She would have been pissed if Surgeclaw had managed to finish her off like that.
Her tail lashed once behind her and her claws flexed out to sink into the earth as though it was Surgeclaw's pelt. That murderous bastard was still alive, still out there. He could kill again. She stood then, pacing beside the stream, through the fog, as her tail continued to lash behind her. Everything was slowly returning to normal in the Clan but she couldn't stop thinking about how they had just let those murderers go free. She knew very well it was in the warrior code that an honorable warrior did not need to kill to win their battles. But she also knew that it said UNLESS. Unless the enemy was outside the code. These cats had murdered Clanmates. Letting them go free was a mistake. They could kill again.
She turned in the direction of the mountains, staring up at where they should be, if the fog didn't block them from view and wondering where they had all gone. Had they stayed together or were they wandering alone? Were they sitting around plotting revenge? Would they try to tear RainClan apart completely? The fur along her spine rose uncomfortably and she glanced around, feeling as though she was being watched. That feeling had been right more often than not in the mountains, had saved her life on a couple occasions. She stood, squinting through the fog for any sign of movement, her claws unsheathed and ready for whatever came at her.
I'm still alive, I'm still alive, I cannot apologize, no....
Fawn