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Posted April 15, 2013
The bright ginger tom trotted into the forest, glancing about. He sighed, sadness glinting in his pine green eyes. Everything seemed so... peaceful. The sun shone through the trees, dappling the ground and his fiery pelt. The sky was a clear, cloudless blue. Prey rustled in the bushes, and SwiftClan was thriving. Yet... how could he be happy when felt as though he had lost everything? Feeling rage flash through him, the ginger warrior unsheathed his claws, tearing them through the bushes. He needed to sink his claws into something... feel blood beneath his paws... taste revenge after all of the wrong that had been done to him... Fireblade suddenly stopped himself, eyes widening with horror. What was he thinking? Nothing came out of death. He alone should know that. The ginger warrior sniffed the air, catching a strange scent. Walking faster through the woods, the orange warrior came to a large, leafy bush. It looked as though someone had been here recently. Frowning, Fireblade pushed aside part of the bush, and gasped in horror. His pale copper fur had been parted along the side to reveal a long, deep gash. Dried blood was crusted around his white neck, and his amber eyes stared into nothingness. "No..." the bright ginger tom whispered, staring at Copperkit in shock. Barely seven moons, and gone. Dead. Fallen. Killed. "By who?" Fireblade whispered, taking one of Copperkit's small paws to check for fur in his claws. More shock flaring within him, the ginger tom took a step backwards, green eyes widening with horror. How could this be? Beneath Copperkit's lifeless claws was a small tuft of fur, probally torn from the flank. A tuft of bright ginger fur, the color of flame—HIS fur. FIREBLADE'S fur lay beneath Copperkit's claws. "I didn't kill him!!" the long-legged tom wailed, his rusty-flecked fur bristling with horror. What would they do to him? Who would trust him now? No one, surely? Was SwiftClan even safe anymore, with a well-trained murderer in their midst? "I'm sorry!" Fireblade yowled into the forest. "Copperkit, I didn't do it!! Moonshard!!" The long-legged tom pelted away, branches tearing at his flanks. He had to get away. He couldn't stay here. He had to find Moonshard, and tell her. Where was Shadowkit? Galaxykit? Were they dead too? Was Moonshard dead as well? If his sister and her kits were gone, where could he turn now? A single name flared in his mind for a heartbeat—Cobrafang—but he shook it away. His brother was long gone. His family was gone. Leaf and Shade had long since disapeared. Viperfang had betrayed him. Cobrafang had vanished long ago. Moonshard was gone. Her kits, mabye dead. And Cloudstar... Fireblade shook the image away. No. Nobody would believe him. Nobody cared. Did he even care anymore? Not stopping to think, Fireblade raced away into the wilderness, leaving everything he had ever known behind him. -FirebladeWas this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.