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| - A slim, dark coloured she-cat weaved her way through the tight spots between trees. Her luminous green eyes reflected moonlight back at the deep indigo sky. Hard, shining, white stars dotted up above, an almost full moon sending shafts of light down onto the grassy landscape. Water from a river gurgled loudly as it rushed through the night, sending the liquid down to the lake. A brown pelt shone in the darkness. It was the she-cat’s fur as she padded on the soft, earthy ground. It was an odd time to be out collecting herbs, especially if one of her Clanmates woke up with a severe bellyache. It had happened before, and the she-cat was sure it would happen again. But the night was so pleasant. It was New-leaf, when the flowers start to bud and the shiny leaves start to grow back after a harsh Leaf-bare. The night wasn’t cold, or too humid. It was warm, with a few cooling breezes here and there. Pale clouds drifted above. The forest was alive with sounds. Soft birdcalls, the skittering of mice along the ground as they scurried about looking for food, not having to worry about an unsuspected predator leaping out of nowhere to kill them. The chirping of crickets enlightened the woods with music, whilst the buzzing of other insects danced around the brown cat’s head. The plant the young she-cat was looking for in particular was tansy, or maybe some juniper berries as well. At the start of New-leaf, some of the cats get coughs and sneezes. They never really turn into anything serious,-and they go away quickly, though they occasionally re-appear throughout the season-but it’s good to have them treated if the patient is in pain. The she-cat stifled a yawn, and gaze a slight sneeze. Pollen was flying around the air, and it stung her eyes. Luckily, a quick breeze blew past, taking the yellow dust with it. The cat shook her drawn head and closed her eyes for a moment. When she reopened them, she took a step forward and continued to look for the tansy. Her paws thumped on the ground as she walked. She came to a slope and carefully put her paw forward to step down it. She began to slide down, sending up dust and small pebbles. Soil scraped against her paw pads and small, short stones sliced through them. When she reached the bottom, she lifted up her paw. A thin stream of blood trickled from it and it stung like fury, but she gave it a good, rough lick and made a mental note to put yarrow on it when she got back to camp. She rubbed them on the springy grass to get off the last of the blood. Out of the corner of her green eyes, she spotted a small, flowering plant. It had round, yellow blossoms and a very strong scent. Tansy! The she-cat thought, and she left towards the green leafed plant. She gently leaned down and nipped the stalks. She was doing so when she heard a voice call her name. “Seeeeedwhisker...” “What? Who’s there?” Seedwhisker turned around, startled, her eyes looking all around, scoping the landscape. The voice came again, but this time, it sounded closer, and more eerie. Seedwhisker backed up, her eyes wide with fear as the voice sounded a third time. “Show yourself, coward!” she shouted angrily, her voice shaking. “I’m cooommming for youuuu,” it said. It was like a snake hiss. Smooth, yet drawn out and freaky. The fourth time, it sounded like whatever was speaking was right behind Seedwhisker. “If you’re trying to scare me, Spruceface, it’s not working!” She screamed, trembling. Her small, brown shoulders were shaking, betraying her true feelings. She was backing up, and when her tail touched something behind her, she froze. Her heart skipped a couple beats, her breath caught in her throat, and basically all of the key working features of her body stopped for a moment. As she turned, she was greeted with large, narrowed, sinister blue eyes. “Say goodbye!” shouted the voice. A horrible screeched ebbed from his mouth, and he launched forward, knocking Seedwhisker to the ground. He dug his claws into her shoulder, and Seedwhisker, paralyzed with fear, could do nothing to defend herself. She let out a shrill wail as the warm blood welled at her wounds and slid down her body, like shimmering, crimson water in the moonlight. She screeched in agony as long teeth slid into her neck, biting down on the soft flesh. Seedwhisker’s eyes shot open in pain as she wailed. The bite felt like torture, as if venom had shot through her veins and bloodstream. The crimson liquid streamed out of her throat as the medicine cat tried to gasp for breath. Suddenly all went quiet. Seedwhisker let out a quiet moan and then her head drooped to the side, her eyes rolling in the back of her head. After the bloody murder, the killer quietly and efficiently rolled the body across the ground and into a nearby bush, caking the corpse with dust. After that, he drew his tongue over his paw, lapping up the blood. He snatched a branch from a tree that was sweeping low to the ground, and awkwardly did his best to clean up the bloodstain. He then placed the branch over Seedwhisker and slowly started away.
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