Oakclaw's Rise [Updated 7/31]
Jul 30, 2015 15:04:18 GMT -5
Post by Shriyo on Jul 30, 2015 15:04:18 GMT -5
Chapter one
A brown tabby she-cat stood in front of a white and black tom, by the name of Tipfoot. Tipfoot stared at her in surprise. "Oakclaw, what do you want?" Oakclaw just flicked her tail. Her eyes narrowed. She snarled, her sharp teeth glinting in the moonlight.
"Prepare to die," she growled before leaping. She slashed her claws across the tom's neck. He pawed feebly at Oakclaw before he fell, blood gushing out of his neck. The light in his eyes faded, leaving behind the dull gaze of a dead cat. Oakclaw lashed her tail, her mouth curved into a slight smirk as she stood beside the dead cat.
She then licked her paws clean of any blood, and walked back to the camp, into the warriors den, and to her nest beside her mate, Haretail. Haretail looked at her, and licked her between her ears briefly before going back to sleep. Oakclaw purred before she fell asleep beside the tom.
In the morning, when Oakclaw woke, Haretail was gone. He must have joined the dawn patrol. Oakclaw stretched, shook any scraps of moss from her pelt, and padded out of the den. She padded to the deputy, Alderclaw.
"Good morning, Oakclaw. Can you join Rockfang, Swallowwhisker, and Reedflower on a patrol?" Alderclaw asked Oakclaw.
"Certainly," the brown tabby she-cat purred. She padded over to the three cats who were waiting by the camp entrance. "Where are we headed?"
"We're headed for the Windclan border," Rockfang, the leader of the patrol, answered. Oakclaw flicked her tail slightly. That was where she had killed Tipfoot. Rockfang began to lead the cats in that direction, checking around to make sure no cats had intruded on their land. They had been walking for quite a distance when a putrid smell hit their noses.
"What in starclan's name is that?" Swallowwhisker asked while wrinkling her nose.
"Guess we should find out," Oakclaw murmured, following the rest of the group to the scent.
"It's Tipfoot!" Reedflower exclaimed, her eyes widened. Oakclaw followed her gaze to the black and white cat she had killed the previous night.
"What happened?" Swallowwhisker asked in surprise.
"Looks like he was murdered." Rockfang began sniffing around the dead cat. "I can't make out any scents." Oakclaw padded up to the cats who were around Tipfoot.
"I wonder if it was a Windclan cat," she murmured, an ear flicking.
"We should bring him back to camp." Swallowwhisker began to lift Tipfoot onto Rockfang's back, along with the help of Reedflower. The cats all then began to head back to camp.
As they entered, many cats looked up in surprise.
"What happened?" Haretail asked, running up to the five cats.
"Tipfoot was murdered," Oakclaw answered.
The medicine cat, Mottlepelt, padded out of his den and to the cats. Rockfang lowered Tipfoot to the ground as more and more cats began to crowd around them.
"Leave Tipfoot some space!" Aspenstar, the leader, called out as she walked up to Tipfoot, Alderclaw at her side. Aspenstar sat, and lowered her head. The cats around her followed suit. "Tipfoot was a brave and noble warrior. It is a shame that this has happened. May he rest with Starclan."
"Are we going to fight Windclan?" Sparrowwhisker asked Aspenstar.
"We don't know for certain that it was Windclan," Aspenstar answered.
As the cats began bickering about whether or not to fight Windclan, Mottlepelt padded up to Tipfoot. He began to examine his pelt, looking for a hint of who might have killed the tom. His eyes strayed upon a tuft of brown fur that had been snagged in Tipfoot's claws. Mottlepelt carefully got the tuft of fur from the grasp of the tom and sniffed it. It smelled strangely familiar. His eyes widened as he realized who it smelled like.
Mottlepelt looked up and locked eyes with Oakclaw. The she-cat had been watching him carefully.
"Oakclaw, do you know who may have killed Tipfoot?" Mottlepelt asked Oakclaw.
"I don't know anything about the death of Tipfoot," Oakclaw answered, staring at the tuft of brown fur that now rested on the floor. "I promise," she added, staring up into Mottlepelt's eyes.
Chapter two
(This is from the point of view of a different cat. From who, I will not tell. Figure if out for yourself c; This is also in the past. It took place before chapter one.)
A black and white cat rose from his den, moonlight streaming down through a few patches in the warriors den. He carefully got up and left, unaware of a cat watching him as he left. A chilly breeze swept through the camp, chilling the tom. He began to wonder if this was a good idea. I have to tell her! Gritting his teeth against the cold, he padded over to Aspenstar's den.
A black and white cat called out in front of the leader's den. "Aspenstar? I...I need to talk to you," he murmured, shifting his paws uncomfortably.
"Come in, then." Aspenstar looked up at the tom as he entered. "What is it you need to talk to me about?"
"It's about Raventail's death," the tom whispered quietly. His tail tip flicked, and his paws quivered as a memory flashed across his eyes.
Aspenstar tilted her head. "I see. What about his death?"
"I think I know who killed him."
"Who? Was it a Windclan cat?" Aspenstar asked.
"N-No," the tom murmured. He glanced behind his back at the den entrance, as if he was expecting someone to appear.
"Is something alright?" Aspenstar asked, looking over the tom's shoulder. The tom drew in a shaky breath.
"It's not safe here. It wasn't a Windclan cat, it's a Thunderclan cat. There is a murderer in this camp."
Aspenstar's eyes widened. "Who is it?" she whispered, leaning closer toward the black and white tom.
"It's O-" A loud wail cut him off. Aspenstar quickly ran outside, leaving the black and white tom shaking. He slowly followed his leader.
He was greeted by the sight of Bluetail, one of the queens. She was clearly panic-stricken.
"What happened?" Aspenstar asked Bluetail gently.
"My...My kits! They're gone!" She wailed louder. Alderclaw rushed to her side, pressing himself comfortingly against his mate's side.
Aspenstar looked up as the cats began to slowly creep out from the dens.
"Has anyone seen what happened to Bluetail's kits?"
"I have," Oakclaw answered, stepping forward. Aspenstar lightly flicked her ear. "I had gotten up to go to the dirt place, when I smelled their scent. They had escaped the camp. Of course, I followed them. But by the time I caught up with them, it was too late. They had been murdered." Oakclaw looked around the camp, before resting her eyes on Aspenstar once more. "They were killed on the Windclan border." Gasps of surprise sounded throughout the camp, broken by a long, piercing wail.
"We have to attack Windclan! That's the second time Windclan has killed our cats!" Rockfang growled, staring at Aspenstar. Cries of agreement rose up around him.
"Now, now," Aspenstar tried to quiet the clan, but to no avail. "Silence!" she yowled. The voices died down. "We don't know for certain that it was Windclan. There could just be a rogue who lives around the Windclan border who is killing these cats. We do not have full proof that it is Windclan. We will not attack," she glared at Rockfang, "until we know for certain that it is Windclan."
Aspenstar glanced at the black and white tom who had crept down to join his classmates. She scanned the crowd, trying to find who may have killed Raventail. She didn't manage to hear what the tom had said, due to the loud wail that had cut him off.
She failed to notice the brown tabby she-cat who was staring intently at the black and white tom, her eyes narrowed, claws slightly unsheathed.
A brown tabby she-cat stood in front of a white and black tom, by the name of Tipfoot. Tipfoot stared at her in surprise. "Oakclaw, what do you want?" Oakclaw just flicked her tail. Her eyes narrowed. She snarled, her sharp teeth glinting in the moonlight.
"Prepare to die," she growled before leaping. She slashed her claws across the tom's neck. He pawed feebly at Oakclaw before he fell, blood gushing out of his neck. The light in his eyes faded, leaving behind the dull gaze of a dead cat. Oakclaw lashed her tail, her mouth curved into a slight smirk as she stood beside the dead cat.
She then licked her paws clean of any blood, and walked back to the camp, into the warriors den, and to her nest beside her mate, Haretail. Haretail looked at her, and licked her between her ears briefly before going back to sleep. Oakclaw purred before she fell asleep beside the tom.
In the morning, when Oakclaw woke, Haretail was gone. He must have joined the dawn patrol. Oakclaw stretched, shook any scraps of moss from her pelt, and padded out of the den. She padded to the deputy, Alderclaw.
"Good morning, Oakclaw. Can you join Rockfang, Swallowwhisker, and Reedflower on a patrol?" Alderclaw asked Oakclaw.
"Certainly," the brown tabby she-cat purred. She padded over to the three cats who were waiting by the camp entrance. "Where are we headed?"
"We're headed for the Windclan border," Rockfang, the leader of the patrol, answered. Oakclaw flicked her tail slightly. That was where she had killed Tipfoot. Rockfang began to lead the cats in that direction, checking around to make sure no cats had intruded on their land. They had been walking for quite a distance when a putrid smell hit their noses.
"What in starclan's name is that?" Swallowwhisker asked while wrinkling her nose.
"Guess we should find out," Oakclaw murmured, following the rest of the group to the scent.
"It's Tipfoot!" Reedflower exclaimed, her eyes widened. Oakclaw followed her gaze to the black and white cat she had killed the previous night.
"What happened?" Swallowwhisker asked in surprise.
"Looks like he was murdered." Rockfang began sniffing around the dead cat. "I can't make out any scents." Oakclaw padded up to the cats who were around Tipfoot.
"I wonder if it was a Windclan cat," she murmured, an ear flicking.
"We should bring him back to camp." Swallowwhisker began to lift Tipfoot onto Rockfang's back, along with the help of Reedflower. The cats all then began to head back to camp.
As they entered, many cats looked up in surprise.
"What happened?" Haretail asked, running up to the five cats.
"Tipfoot was murdered," Oakclaw answered.
The medicine cat, Mottlepelt, padded out of his den and to the cats. Rockfang lowered Tipfoot to the ground as more and more cats began to crowd around them.
"Leave Tipfoot some space!" Aspenstar, the leader, called out as she walked up to Tipfoot, Alderclaw at her side. Aspenstar sat, and lowered her head. The cats around her followed suit. "Tipfoot was a brave and noble warrior. It is a shame that this has happened. May he rest with Starclan."
"Are we going to fight Windclan?" Sparrowwhisker asked Aspenstar.
"We don't know for certain that it was Windclan," Aspenstar answered.
As the cats began bickering about whether or not to fight Windclan, Mottlepelt padded up to Tipfoot. He began to examine his pelt, looking for a hint of who might have killed the tom. His eyes strayed upon a tuft of brown fur that had been snagged in Tipfoot's claws. Mottlepelt carefully got the tuft of fur from the grasp of the tom and sniffed it. It smelled strangely familiar. His eyes widened as he realized who it smelled like.
Mottlepelt looked up and locked eyes with Oakclaw. The she-cat had been watching him carefully.
"Oakclaw, do you know who may have killed Tipfoot?" Mottlepelt asked Oakclaw.
"I don't know anything about the death of Tipfoot," Oakclaw answered, staring at the tuft of brown fur that now rested on the floor. "I promise," she added, staring up into Mottlepelt's eyes.
Chapter two
(This is from the point of view of a different cat. From who, I will not tell. Figure if out for yourself c; This is also in the past. It took place before chapter one.)
A black and white cat rose from his den, moonlight streaming down through a few patches in the warriors den. He carefully got up and left, unaware of a cat watching him as he left. A chilly breeze swept through the camp, chilling the tom. He began to wonder if this was a good idea. I have to tell her! Gritting his teeth against the cold, he padded over to Aspenstar's den.
A black and white cat called out in front of the leader's den. "Aspenstar? I...I need to talk to you," he murmured, shifting his paws uncomfortably.
"Come in, then." Aspenstar looked up at the tom as he entered. "What is it you need to talk to me about?"
"It's about Raventail's death," the tom whispered quietly. His tail tip flicked, and his paws quivered as a memory flashed across his eyes.
Aspenstar tilted her head. "I see. What about his death?"
"I think I know who killed him."
"Who? Was it a Windclan cat?" Aspenstar asked.
"N-No," the tom murmured. He glanced behind his back at the den entrance, as if he was expecting someone to appear.
"Is something alright?" Aspenstar asked, looking over the tom's shoulder. The tom drew in a shaky breath.
"It's not safe here. It wasn't a Windclan cat, it's a Thunderclan cat. There is a murderer in this camp."
Aspenstar's eyes widened. "Who is it?" she whispered, leaning closer toward the black and white tom.
"It's O-" A loud wail cut him off. Aspenstar quickly ran outside, leaving the black and white tom shaking. He slowly followed his leader.
He was greeted by the sight of Bluetail, one of the queens. She was clearly panic-stricken.
"What happened?" Aspenstar asked Bluetail gently.
"My...My kits! They're gone!" She wailed louder. Alderclaw rushed to her side, pressing himself comfortingly against his mate's side.
Aspenstar looked up as the cats began to slowly creep out from the dens.
"Has anyone seen what happened to Bluetail's kits?"
"I have," Oakclaw answered, stepping forward. Aspenstar lightly flicked her ear. "I had gotten up to go to the dirt place, when I smelled their scent. They had escaped the camp. Of course, I followed them. But by the time I caught up with them, it was too late. They had been murdered." Oakclaw looked around the camp, before resting her eyes on Aspenstar once more. "They were killed on the Windclan border." Gasps of surprise sounded throughout the camp, broken by a long, piercing wail.
"We have to attack Windclan! That's the second time Windclan has killed our cats!" Rockfang growled, staring at Aspenstar. Cries of agreement rose up around him.
"Now, now," Aspenstar tried to quiet the clan, but to no avail. "Silence!" she yowled. The voices died down. "We don't know for certain that it was Windclan. There could just be a rogue who lives around the Windclan border who is killing these cats. We do not have full proof that it is Windclan. We will not attack," she glared at Rockfang, "until we know for certain that it is Windclan."
Aspenstar glanced at the black and white tom who had crept down to join his classmates. She scanned the crowd, trying to find who may have killed Raventail. She didn't manage to hear what the tom had said, due to the loud wail that had cut him off.
She failed to notice the brown tabby she-cat who was staring intently at the black and white tom, her eyes narrowed, claws slightly unsheathed.
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