Choose Your Own Path •A Warriors Adventure Game•

Chapter Fifty Eight

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The morning sun seeped through the den walls as your eyes slowly opened.
Mosskit and Plumkit were lying on their backs, bellies exposed and paws in the air. Mosskit's tongue tip was hanging out of her mouth as her paws twitched and nose wiggled.
Plumkit's paws wrapped around Robinkit's tail as she snuggled the fluffy grey kit.
You stretch and arch your back like you did every morning.
Soaking in the sunshine as you stepped outside seemed wrong not to. You tuck your paws underneath your belly and curl up tightly. The cool breeze swayed your fur and whiskers. But an unnerving felling crept through your fur.

The feeling of eyes on you made your awake from your peaceful state and look around.
No one was out soaking the sun in.
It seemed odd for no one to be out. Usually Hailstar or Amberstar were out discussing plans for the camp, or Cloudfur was usually assigning hunting patrols. The strange feeling forced you to rise to your paws and check out Redpaw's den.
The camp was silent. The wind brushed the sandy floor around, sending bits of it into your pelt.
Peeking into Redpaw's den your eyes meet the horrific scene of his death. The smoky grey tabby you had found was crouched over the apprentices body, blood dripping from her claws and mouth. She sees you as you bolt away and toward Hailstar's den. The crazy she cat ran after you. Crashing into the leaders den, another sight meets you.
Amberstar and Hailstar both were laying at an awkward angle, their necks clearly broken. Blood pooled from their mouth. A massive brown tabby licked their blood from his lips.
You turn around, bolting through the den and realize the smell of death coming from every den.
You could see your dead friends lying in their dens. Spirit and living cats wandered aimlessly. Blood or flesh fell from their mouths and wounds.
Where am i?!
Panic flashes through your mind as you realize you left your vulnerable kits alone.
Bolting into the den your eyes break into tears. The deformed bodies of your kits lay motionless. Blood matted their fur. Their tiny bodies were brutally torn apart and tortured.
Mosskit's tongue was ripped out of her mouth and Robinkit's tail was detached from her hind.
Plumkit's claws were laying apart from her paws. The kits' paw tips were swelling with blood.

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Your eyes burst open and your head flies up. The nightmare flashed in your eyes. You whip your head around to see Mosskit, Plumkit and Robinkit in the same position they were in before. But, with out death or blood.
You cautiously poke your head out the den, relieved to see no spirit cats.
Creeping toward Redpaw's den, you step inside and relief once again rushes over you. Redpaw was calmly sleeping soundly in his nest. The grey tabby was in the corner curled up with her tail over her nose.
Redpaw awakes at the sound of you whispering in his ear. "Redpaw."
He sleepily opens his eyes and nods.
"What?" Redpaw asked while arching his back.

You explain your vivid dream to the apprentice.
"And then I awoke. I look down at my kits, and they were in the same position they were in my dream. Perhaps it's a warning from Starclan?"
Redpaw sighed.
"Starclan isn't with us. They can't send you messages or signs. It's most likely at nightmare, go back to bed." He curls back into his nest.
"Redpaw! Redpaw this is not a dream. It's something more."
Redpaw ignores your pleas.
Growling you turn you back on the ignorant apprentice and go back to your kits.

Mosskit was tumbling around with Plumkit while Robinkit was grooming her belly.
"Hello!" Mosskit broke away from Plumkit's snapping mouth and wove around your legs.
"Hello."
Robinkit heard your voice and followed Plumkit toward you.
"Good morning!" Plumkit placed her front paws on your chest as she squeaked, tail flicking excitedly.
Robinkit spun around you.

The dawn light flickered through the den. You were grooming Mosskit's fluffy and tangled fur. Plumkit pounced on Robinkit.
You pulled out a loose clump of fur from your kit and placed it onto the pile with the others.
"Look the sun!" Robinkit tumbled outside, Plumkit chasing her tail.
Mosskit pulled herself from your paws and followed them out.
You hurry after them, still shook from your dream.
No strange cats were outside.
All safe.
You arch and stretch your paws and back. The kits were chasing a leaf in the wind. Cloudfur padded from his den. He spotted you and headed over to you. On his way he grabbed a crow and a fish from the fresh kill pile.
You purred as he dropped the prey at your feet.
"Wanna share prey?" He asked cautiously.
You nod and pat an area with your tail, gesturing for him to lay down.
At the sound of prey your kits bounce over and sniff at the prey.
"May we have something to eat?" Mosskit looked at Cloudfur with big, round and pleading eyes.
He purred and nosed the crow toward the kits.
"Sure! I grabbed this big crow for y'all!"
The kits dug into the prey hungrily.
You peeled the scales from the fish and tear out a piece of flesh and Cloudfur pulls out the thin bones and spine from the prey. The deputy of Riverclan begins to tear into the juicy flesh of the fish. You soak in the smell of the prey as you chow down.

Juicy comes bounding over to you and Cloudfur.
"Can we go out?" His eyes are lit with excitement and anticipation.
"As soon as Cloudfur has us put on a patrol. I don't want to waste daylight."
You and your apprentice glance over to the thick-pelted white tom. He rises to his paws and scurried away. "I'll get right to it!" He called over his shoulder.
Juicy settled down next to you.
"Want the scraps from our fish?" You offer him the leftovers of the torn up prey. Juicy purrs happily and eats the remains.

Cloudfur's call echoed in the camp.
"Attention all clans!"
At his yowl, the untied clans emerged from their tree dens. Plumkit, Mosskit and Robinkit all lay in a heap, soaking in the sun after their meal.
You follow Juicy to the crowd and sit next to Lilypad, your daughter.
"I'd like for Pebbleshade, Shredpaw, and Riptide to go to the trickling waterfall and check for any strange scents. As well as hunt for prey."
The two Riverclan cats and Skyclan cat rose to their paws and trotted out the camp.
"Hazeltuft, Duskfur. Hunt on the moor, search for rabbits and potential voles or mice." The two Shadowclan cats nodded as they trekked out to complete the order.
"Beepaw, Ebonypaw, Juicy and (Y/N). Hunt in the pines and oak trees."

As you slowly rose to your paws a voice called from behind the crowd.
"You really think she can handle three apprentices? Huh, I doubt it. She hardly took care of her mates."
You stop dead in your tracks. The crowd around you went silent.
You turn your head to see Mistystream and the recovering grey tabby by she cat. The stared into your pelt, hatred raging in their eyes.

Do you...

A. Snap back at them

B. Stay quite and ignore them

C. Attack them