(Make up one, like a rogue or something. Besides, with all the time
skips we do... They can't live forever)
As the moon glowered a bright white glare at the cats, Fernshade
watched as all the cats began to retreat to their dens. The guard
in front of the Prisoners' Den was replaced by a she-cat, the one
whom had begun to attack Nightshade. From an opening in the bramble
thicket, Fernshade hooked her claws on the warrior's back.
Immediately, the she-cat had a growl rising from her throat as she
jerked away. Fernshade tumbled into the brambles, the thorns
hooking in her fur. Her skin felt pinched and it burned. The
kittypet struggled to lift her off the thicket, but eventually
succeeded.
Nightshade walked out to her, licking off all the blood. "Those
were sharp." She stated, turning around to look at the green-purple
thorns which were now covered in blood.
(But seriously. I might kill off Fernshade.)
Fernshade's skin hurt too much for her to reply to Nightshade's
unnecessary remark. She glanced backwards, which was an unguarded
thicket. However, the thicket of brambles was tall and long.
We'll escape next sunrise. She thought grimly, and curled up
by the hard ground in the corner.
"Fernshade, I'm going to return this kittypet." NightShades grabbed
the kit by the scruff and climbed up a tree quickly, she jumped
branch to branch to the twoleg place.
Fernshade jolted to her paws. Her claws unsheathed and her fur
rose. "Friends? Friends?" She hissed, wanting to grab
Bloodstar by the scruff and kill him in an instant. "Your not a
friend, Treepelt! Your a liar and a traitor!" She spat, her eyes
narrowed. The green-eyed warrior guarding them turned around, her
intimidating glare staring into Fernshade's gaze. Her sharp claws
were unsheathed.
"At least I don't have kits with weaklings." BloodStar sneered.
Nightshade fixed her gaze on him, sadness swelling up inside of
her, she sat looking away from him, her tail curled neatly around
her. BloodStar walked around and faced her on the other side of the
brambles. "Join me Nightshade, together we can rule over the
forest. Nightshade nodded. "Of course, I still love you." He sliced
open the brambles and let her walk out of the brambles, he then
covered it with more brambles, hooking vines with vines.
Fernshade's eyes narrowed, and mentally she ranted about how her
friend could be so dim-witted sometimes. Instead of yowling at
Nightshade, she took the anger that was bubbling inside her out on
Bloodstar. "You lump of fox-dung! If I were out there, I'd shred
you to mousedust! Stop trying to corrupt her! You ran off with
Deathclaw, didn't you?! Besides, you just called her a weakling you
useless piece of--" The guard's paw hooked on a part of the bramble
thicket that didn't have thorns, and pushed it inwards. Because
Fernshade was close to the wall, the thorns scratched her skin. She
was rather unprepared to be in pain. In reaction, she jolted back.