Why Did This Happen to Me?

OOC: I just decided to skip to this

IC: Why? Why this? Questions were filling Dianne's head as she stumbled into the Hunter's camp, her pregnant belly jiggling under her. She- she met that handsome tom, and now she was pregnant, and now her world was over. She groaned as a spasm shook her body, and she ran behind a pile of those dried grasses piled around the area and prayed no one saw her.



     Dianne stared in horror at the small underdeveloped kit next to her. The poor thing was born dead, and it's cold body lied limp across one of her legs. A small lump formed in her throat, and she felt sick with grief. She did something terrible, and now she payed for it. What would the Goddess think of her? She imagined darkly all the possibilities: Being kicked out, the Goddess somehow turning her into a rabbit, death, it was all too real. How would she explain? How would they understand? 

     Dianne stiffened as she heard someone's paw steps came closer, and closer...

No...

Clio looked at the dead body of the kit, her eyes ablaze with fury. The sight made her stomach turn, but worse was who was looking up at her in fear. "Dianne. You." she hissed, feeling her insides twist with fury. Stiff but still bearing the grace of a Hunter, the leader flicked her tail in the dust and pushed it on her face. "I expect you understand how grave your actions were. And I loved you as a third-in-command, the precise, skilled Dianne. You were relaxed, but I knew that we needed a free-mind amongst us. But this, this is not you." Clio fixed Dianne with cold eyes. "The punishment yo shall face will be decided by a high-council. We will be needing a new third-in-command, soon." she meowed simply. Then she kicked the body of the dead kit closer to Dianne, looking grim.

Leona, her tail dropped low and her eyes wide followed up the scent trail of her sister, Clio. She could hear her tone so cold and strong, and she knew the way Clio spoke when she was angry all too well. The sight was terrible, and Leona flinched as the leader kicked the body of the kit ruthlessly. "Sister.." she meowed dryly, but the cat had already stormed away, probably to talk to Daphne before summoning a council. "Dianne, I'm so sorry..." the she-cat meowed as she inched closer to the ex-third-in-command, nosing her anxiously. "I'm sure it will be fine, darling." she meowed, thinking back to Amara and her love for her kit. Her sister could not be so cruel, but again, Dianne wasn't Clio's sister, she had been. If CLio doesn't punish her, the Goddess will...