"She's dead." Cliffshade murmurs, as the hunting patrol returns, later that afternoon.
I stare at the body in pure horror. This isn't Swanmist, the sweet white she-cat. This cat is stained with blood, mouth open in a horrible scream. In her throat were long gashes.
" Cat claws," snarled Miststar, "these are made from cat claws. She was killed. Killed by one of her very own."
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𝓔𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 // warriors short story
Fanfictionexpectations, like boulders, have blanketed mountainpaw's back from the moment he was born. his mother yearns for two perfect children with the perfect relationship. however darkness is enclosing upon the two siblings and perhaps with enough pressu...
