(Sorry went shopping so I couldn't respond for the last like 839789872 pages. o.o)
Hawkfeather
The dappled she-cat stepped out of the warrior's den, stretching her limbs and lashing her tail, soaking in the sunlight. No cat was out except for her, but she didn't expect it to be like that for long. A couple ravens swooped overhead in a perfect triangular array across the yellow-blue sky. A slight rustle camp from the bushes full of briars, causing her ears to perk. She crept close to the thick vines and branches that concealed any other enemy cats getting in. She ducked her head and quickly made her way to the opening. She looked both ways at the bushes suspiciously until she let out a shriek. Two thin and limp apprentice bodies lay sprawled out over the clovers and roots lifelessly. Their necks were slit with deep claw marks, surely ripping the windpipe. She breathed heavily, her eyes wide. "Strikingpaw? Nightpaw?" she nudged them with her paw. They didn't respond, nor move. She shuffled back into the camp and rushed to the highrock. She quieted her breathing and tried to speak without shaking. "Solsticestar?"


























