Bloodstained Claws

As the sun began to set, Alderbloom left RiverClan camp in a hurry. The drama surrounding Jaystar and Goldeneye was making the tom irritated, even if the dark ginger tom knew that it held no merit. After all, there was no way that Goldeneye and Jaystar would be stupid enough to do something like that. They knew better than that. Eventually, the ginger tom reached the Gorge. He didn't exactly know why he was here specifically, but he did want to be away from RiverClan for a while. The drama made cats begin to doubt the RiverClan leader, which in turn made Alderbloom start fuming silently. Because of that, he needed to get out of camp to calm down before he made a stupid decision.

But at the gorge there was another cat. She had dark brown fur and green eyes that pierced through him. "Oh hey, how did you enjoy the Gathering where Mintwhisker revealed your leader's romantic relationship with his medicine cat? Must have really been fun for you, I bet."

"Minkwhisker is a snake-tongued medicine cat," Alderbloom replied with a snarl. He wanted to calm down, but that didn't seem very likely at the moment. "Meaning, she lied about the prophecy. It's all about trying to bring down Goldeneye so that she would get more power in medicine cat meetings."

"Oh, really? Because I for one would believe her over fish-breathed RiverClanners. Jaystar was never that capable of a leader anyways, so I wouldn't be that shocked to see that he would betray his own clan for a medicine cat. And you are just lying to yourself, since you can't come to grips with the fact that Jaystar is not the honorable cat that you thought he was." Each word that the she-cat said hurt Alderbloom more and more, and pushed him that much closer to his breaking point. The dark ginger tom stepped on a patch of snow near the Gorge, crunching it underneath his weight.

"Maybe it's just that RiverClan is just a terrible clan to be born in."

That was it. He couldn't stand to hear the she-cat's voice any longer. It was time to silence her, forever. Launching himself across the gorge, he slashed at her face. She seemed to still be talking when Alderbloom attacked. Before the brown she-cat could react, Alderbloom was already sinking his teeth into her neck. She would pay for the dirt she tried to throw on RiverClan. He felt the life of the she-cat begin to ebb away, but he didn't care. He wanted her dead.

Finally letting go of the she-cat's neck, he watched as her body collapsed to the ground. She was dead for sure, but now he needed to hide the evidence. Throwing the body into the gorge, the dark ginger tom hoped that with the heavy currents in the Gorge, her body would never be found. The next thing he needed to do was wash his claws and his pelt to make sure that they didn't have any blood or RiverClan scent on them, respectively.

Traveling from RiverClan's side of the Gorge down to the River, Alderbloom took a bath in the River, washing out his claws and his pelt before coming back home. Now, he needed to make sure that he got into his nest without anyone noticing that he got in late. Hurrying back into RiverClan territory, the warrior snuck his way into camp and took his nest without waking up any cat Ow! Is that a thorn? Guess Heronflight's sleeping with them in his nest tonight or something. Either way, the dark ginger tom tried to ignore it, since he was tired after using all of his energy to kill that stupid she-cat and hide the evidence.