#coldfur

!!TW: this post depicts and describes violence towards that of animals!!

Blissrise rested a paw on her side, “Hey it’ll be okay, I’m here for you and I’m sure everyone else is to.” Coldfur let a small smile inch its way up her face in a show of thanks.

The cold chill of night stung even harder than the first peak of day. She tried her best to curl up into a tight ball in an attempt to shield her nose from the breeze. The wind rustled the bushes outside in a light whisper through the camp. She started to wonder how the warriors must feel. Their shrub must not hold up as well as the hollowed out log that the medicine den had made its home. Soon she found her mind racing from den to den in an impossible run to imagine what every cat was dreaming of. When she had been at it for so long, she finally stood and made her way out. Crawling through a hole in the top of the log. She looked out over the shadow filled camp, the rustle of leaves persisted, and she shivered as the wind's breath flew into her face. And with it an odd scent, something she couldn’t quite reach. Narrowing her eyes she attempted to peer into the murk.

There she saw a dark shape, a dull silhouette. She opened her mouth to call out, but quickly snapped her jaw shut. The sent she picked up was not one of a Silkclan cat, it was one of Melodyclan. And whoever this MelodyClan cat was, their icy clue eyes shown only with malice.

Before she knew it she let out a yelp, and almost in response, the horrible dark shapes and figures lunged from the undergrowth. The scent of Melodyclan cats was suddenly overpowering. The once peaceful camp, the only noise being the quiet hum of the breeze, was now alight with panic.

She heard a yowl from the warriors den as she made out who she thought was the shape of Piperglare throwing herself into a cat who stood at the front of the den. Her claws must have raked across their pelt because she heard what must have been a loud hiss of pain from the Melodyclan cat. As her eyes adjusted it was easy to spot the red fiery coat of the cat Piperglare had already found herself deep in a vicious scuffle with. The red almost mirroring the blood that would spill this night.

Coldfur quickly ducked herself back into the medicine den, the fear consumed her body to the point it felt as if it were the only thing in it. Her legs started to shake as her vision could only focus on the battle outside. Any knowledge she once knew of herbs vanishing in an instant. And when her clan needed her most.

On the other side of camp Cinnamonstar came rushing from his den behind high stone. His head whipped around to the chaos around him. The leader almost looked like a scared kit amongst the fighting. Any hope that their leader would know what to do crushed inside her chest, as it sunk to the pit of her stomach.

As is this nightmare couldn’t get any worse, her fur prickles as she heard a yowl like none she’d ever heard before. And when she looked towards the noise she could only gasp with horror.

On the ground, in a violet pool lay the body of Agatepaw. The apprentice looked so small, yet her body was splayed out. Quillfur, her father stood at her side fiercely hissing at the white and sandy colored she-cat that dealt the blow.

Quillfur was a very stoic cat, so when tears pooled in his eyes…

“STAY AWAY FROM HER” He cried, the unmistakable shake in his voice.

"If I had to be stuck by you. It wouldn't be that bad"

(Someone save me...)

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