imagine having an actual plot :jazz_hands: oh right you came here for a story- well, here it is! ....one chapter, anyway- Quietclan, Sorrelwing's perspective. tw :: death, murder, all that good stuff! :) She ran. Faster than she thought she could ever run, running towards the border. No. It couldn't be true. Not her mother, not Brindletail! First her father, and now her mother? She crashed through the trees as the moon rose overhead. Sorrelwing skidded to a halt when she saw other cats, three of them. Flystar, Lakewhisker and Wishfur were gathered around a body. An unmoving one. Her mother's body, laying there. And Sorrelwing could tell she wasn't alive. Flystar looked up. "Sorrelwing, I'm so sorry." she mewed, dipping her head to the warrior. Sorrelwing stared, stared into space, stared at Brindletail's body. It was obvious she had been murdered by another cat. And the scent of Shadeclan was all over her.
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