Emberheart had been checking the borders and hunting on and off. She'd wanted to go alone, and since she'd become a warrior half a moon ago, no one could stop her.
Her russet pelt bushed up against the buffetings winds, the Leaf-Fall sky above her a greyish-purple with the threat of an oncoming storm.
The young she-cat's pale, dust-colored eyes were narrowed against the grit flying in her face, which made her vision keener. Somewhere, behind the thrashing bushes and grass that was nearly being torn up from the ground, she caught sight of two bundles of fur, one a lighter shade and the other…the other a familiar, blackish-brown murky color. It was with a sudden jolt that Emberheart realized she could see the pale grey of Snakerocks only a few tail-lengths behind the two shapes.
Her heart stopped.
No, no, no. It can't be Pinewhisker.
With a terrible, wailing yowl, the fiery young warrior raced towards him, stopping dead in her tracks when she put two and two together. He'd been killed by an adder. She couldn't go over there.
She felt her stomach sinking, a dreadful wailing bubbling up from her throat. Her mentor was dead. Suddenly, she didn't care anymore.
Ember raced forward, grabbing his cold scruff and yanking, pulling as hard as she could to get him away from danger. But his breathing had stopped, and tears pooling in her eyes, she dragged the tom's limp body to camp.
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☾ emberheart ✰ amberpaw ✾ deerpaw ♛ squirreltuft ➳
thunderclan warrior - thunderclan apprentice - windclan apprentice - riverclan young warrior
