Mistfeather; Warrior; Molly; Tags; Silverpaw
Mistfeather woke up early. She padded out if the warriors’ den, yawning and looking around her. “I suppose the clan wouldn’t moan about some extra food,” she mumbled to herself. She stalked to the woods, glancing at Silverpaw as she went, and returned from it a few minutes later, carrying a large mouse in her mouth. Mistfeather through about how Eelface hadn’t come out yesterday and that he’d probably be hungry. Most cats don’t want an angry Eelface on their tail. She steps ein to the elders’ den, calling gently to him that she had some food for him. He didn’t wake up. This wasn’t anything strange, since the elder often slept in late. She stood next to him, telling him to wake up. But he didn’t. Then she saw the blood. The wall had the word ‘burn’ written on it, and up close, Eelface was little more than a mangled corpse. She screamed with shock, hoping to wake up some of the clan to help her.
























