Dancing with the Devil #15Chapter 15.
"Let all cats old enough to fight gather here below the Fallen Boulder for a clan meeting!" Nightstar's call echoed through the camp. Nightwing's excitement made his whiskers tremble. His first apprentice! The corner of his eye, he could see Tallpoppy frantically licking down her excitable kit's pelts ready for the ceremony. Scarletpaw was sour-faced as she sat beside him, watching the same scene. "I'm like a senior apprentice." She growled under he breath. Nightwing gave her an affectionate butt.
"It wont be long now." He assured her. Sharpstare was clawing bedding into the nursery across the camp, her bulging belly apparent. Blinded by his greif for Pebblepaw and Falcontalon, Nightwing had hardly noticed what had occured in camp. Snowstripe padded forward, giving his ear a swift lick. "I'm so proud of you, my little warrior." She purred. Nightwing batted her away gently, purring loudly. But Snowstripe's usually sleek fur was shabby-looking, sticking out in all dire
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"Nightpaw! Wake up!" Cinderfur's angry mew made Nightpaw jump from his daydream. Shadowpaw and Pebblepaw were staring at him, looking somewhat confused. Savagestep remained emotionless while Sharpstare lent forward to whisper something in Shadowpaw's ear. "S-Sorry Cinderfur!" Nightpaw stammered, snuffling with embarrassment.
"We have a battle approching, Nightpaw. You need to pay attention in training sessions!" He hissed irritantly, his tail tip twiching from side to side. "I want you against Shadowpaw, she catches on quick. Pebblepaw, good effort, but I think you should stick with practising with us at the moment." He commanded. Nightpaw bit back an irritated reply. Shadowpaw was so difficult. Sharpstare was the only cat she seemed to show interest in, and she was so indifferent about everyone else. She slinked forwards, lifting his nose arrogantly. Nightpaw locked his cold, icy blue gaze with hers, and they began circling one another. Shadowpaw kept a casual stance
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The sky was grey with streaks of red from the rising of the morning sun. Dark clouds that had been building throughout the night began to cry, splattering the ripped pelts of the ShadowClan cats as they made their way home. Nightstar was in the lead, his head low, exhaustion unbalancing his steps every now and then. Cinderfur was beside him, his eyes fixed on the bushes, eyes darting backwards and forwards, as though he thought ThunderClan and WindClan cats would explode from the foliage any moment. Savagestep moved behind then, his paws dragging against the damp floor, his eyes flat and head droped. Sharpstare moved beside him, her sharp gaze giving away no emotion. Not too far behind, Snowstripe limped, Falcontalon leaning on her side. His pelt was ripped along the length of his side, dried blood clotting his fur. At the very back of the group, Nightpaw and Scarletpaw shared Pebblepaw's body, carrying her as carefully as possible. Exhaustion made every step a challe
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The moon was at it's highest in the sky, illuminating the forest in its beautiful silver glow. The blood that patterned the floor even had a silver shimmer. The black cat who stood there standing passively, his fur splattered with the blood of another. His victim was under his paws, her pale green eyes wide with fear, and dullened by exhaustion. Blood oozed from multiple wounds as she begged for her life. "Please, please! I have hungry kits in the nursery! They will starve without me, I'm begging you! Please, Night." The blue-eyed monster continued to gaze down at her. He waited to see if his heart flickered. He wondered if he'd feel regret. Compassion. Pride, even. But he felt nothing. Only a numb hole in his chest he'd been trying to fill with blood. And beyond that, an unsastifying need for revenge. His head dropped down in the pale green-eyed she-cat's face. He let his breath roll over her face, stained with her blood. "I feel nothing." He whispered. Her screech an