» Icefrost » Male » Twenty-four moons » Half deaf white tom with blue eyes.
» Icefrost got to his paws and left the medicine cat den. Herbs herbs herbs herbs, we need more catmint.
He left the den and headed to the woods to get some, but a putrid scent stopped him in his tracks.
It was the smell of death.
He turned away from the search for cat-mint and towards the stench. Dear StarClan, please be a rabbit! Be a fox! Be a badger!
But it wasn't. He froze in his tracks when he saw the drowned body of Salmonstrike. The water tugged at her fur, and Icefrost couldn't stop his eyes from trailing to Brightheart.
His stomach plummeted.
Her throat had been slit.
Her calico pelt was stained with crimson, dampening her fur like the water that soaked her mother's limp body.
So much blood and it was all theirs.
He stumbled towards the lake and his teeth curled around Salmonstrike's scruff. It took a lot of pulling, but eventually she was out of the water and he go a full, sickening view of her glassy eyes.
He stumbled over to Brightkit, looking for some sign of life in her, but there was none.
And worst of all, the only thing tangled in within the death scent was RiverClan.
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