The Dark Forest

[Bluestorm~]

Not a word was spoken. A tense silence fell flat amongst the gathering of shaking cats. Some tense with fear, others tense with a fierce growl that clawed at their throat and urged them to lunge their claws forward into the earth.
"Kill him." Bluestorm spoke, her words bitter and cold yet eerily void of any emotion.
Echopaw watched in horror as her old friend was immediately circled by Blackthorn and Shallowpool, two fearsome warriors that prowled the Dark Forests border; devoted to Bluestorm and the other leaders of the twisted cats that lived amongst the haunted roots and shadows.

Silence fell once again amongst the cats. Only the taunts from other Dark Forest warriors rung out amongst the living apprentices. No one dared to interfere yet alone run away in case the shadowy cat hunted them down in their next nightmare.