VICTIM POV
The tom flexed his white paws, admiring his claws. They were silver and shiny in the moonlight. Then he looked around the camp. Beside the thorn barrier, there were mounds of dirt. Under the dirt, lay... The tom blinked—his dead clanmates.
The tom snarled. They had to dispose of this killer immediately! Then he lifted his muzzle to the sky. The Silverpelt glittered in the sky, flashing, shining. Starlight bathed his pelt. There were new stars... Possibly, his fallen clanmates?
But his stomach rumbled. He took a rat off the fresh-kill pile, his favorite. He took a bite, but he tasted something...
He looked at the rat. It was stuffed with deathberries.
The world spun. Something was strangling his lungs. The tom fell, and everything went black.
HEALED POV
The she-cat groaned. There were images of bodies. Fur torn and bloody, the grey fur of Galefoot was scattered everywhere, Sealswirl's green eyes blank and empty, Dustyspots' throat slashed, Fernheart's body, Clearwish's and Whitekit's bodies lying on top of each other... Big pools of red were surrounding each body.
Stop! The she-cat hissed to herself. This isn't real! But she knew it was. Was her mind playing tricks on her? She suddenly felt something sweep across her mind, wiping away the scene. She felt lighter, happier. A purr rumbled in her throat.
Healing.
Sorry for not updating in a really long time, a lot of things were happening XD
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