Murder

Murder is by AvengedSevenfoldGirl. It is a medieval-based story, and will not include monsters (cars). This is my first mystery/horror story, and will include gore and death scenes. Enjoy! Assassin's  Creed  For  Life 00:53, December 13, 2013 (UTC)

Prologue
NightClan's leader strolled into camp, a starling in his jaws, behind two of his warriors. Normally, the dark gray tom didn't join patrols, but today was a day of relief, rather than tension and wariness.

A dark brown tabby tom bounded forward, the evening sunlight shining on his broad shoulders. "Shadestar!" He exclaimed, "It's--It's Darkfur--"

"Darkfur?" Shadestar repeated, dropping the starling on NightClan's marshy camp-ground. "Don't tell me, Tigerstripe, that Darkfur was..." Not my deputy...

Tigerstripe nodded slowly, his amber eyes shaded with sorrow. His tail hung low, swishing along the ground. "He stumbled into camp not long before your patrol came, blood was coming from his throat...Berrypelt took him to her den, but she and Redpaw don't think he'll live."

Shadestar growled under breath. "Move!" He snarled, pushing past the warrior to see his deputy in the medicine cat's den. The large gray tom slid into the slit in the cave. A cream-furred she-cat was near the entrance, rushing to choose herbs from the pile she always kept going on a shelf in the wall. "Berrypelt, how's Darkfur?" He asked quickly.

Berrypelt jumped, her fur bristling in surprise. "Shadestar! Sorry, I didn't hear you come in. I was hoping you'd be here soon. Darkfur isn't doing well. Come over here," She meowed. She led Shadestar around a torch-lit corner, and into one of the several short tunnels she kept her patients in.

Shadestar shivered at the sight of his beloved deputy. The black tom lay still on a nest of feathers. Dried blood caked his throat, and through that, Shadestar could clearly make out a clean slit across the throat. Foam bubbled at Darkfur's mouth, and Berrypelt had placed a pawful of moss on his head to cool his fever, but it didn't seem to be working.

Really, StarClan? Shadestar growled in his head. ''First you take eleven of my warriors, now my deputy? Why won't you tell me who keeps murdering my cats?''

Chapter 1
Shadowkit's POV.

I don't know what was going on around camp, but for the past two moons, I could just feel the tension rising. Sometimes even my mother, Tigerleaf, would rush my sister and I to the nursery section. Even though the main part of camp was a little far from the nursery section, I could still hear wails and whimpers. It confused me, but I was almost an apprentice, and knew what death was. I was almost certain cats were dying, or it was a battle.

"Why are you staring at the wall, Shadowkit?" Ravenkit, my sister, asked, her bright yellow eyes confused.

I shook my head, my black pelt clearly blending into the shadows of the nursery section, which was a large walled-off section of camp. The warriors at the beginning of the clans wove bunches of branches and tendrils together at the top of the trees, creating a roof, and placed carved stones around a perimeter of 18 fox-lengths, creating a comfy huge den of springy, wet grass underpaw and darkness. Unless of course the queens lit torches and hung them on the walls.

"No reason," I finally meowed, pushing past my sister and headed to the corridor that led to the main camp. I ignored all the queens and kits that greeted me--I wasn't a social cat, even as a kit. I plunged into the underground tunnel, and walked down the dim-lit corridor. I often loved just walking through here--it was so quiet and dark. I guess because I'm a NightClan cat I love darkness? I shrugged at my own question.

I emerged through the other side, blinking at the early morning sunlight. It had been a while since I'd visited the main camp, which was a huge bustling center of camp. All the warriors gathered here, and travelers and merchants often visited, as they did with the other nineteen clans. As I crawled out, my claws gripped very wet soil, and I almost slipped back down into the tunnel. How embarrassing would that be?

"What's that kit doing out of the nursery?" A ginger tom asked, a sneer on his face.

"Relax, Firestorm," A white she-cat reassured. "He's almost an apprentice, he might as well get used to all these cats."

I blinked in surprise, normally my clanmates weren't this hostile. "My mother told me to get prey for us," I lied. I was actually going to see if travelers were here, and if they were anybody interesting, but might as well let Firestorm believe me. Better than having an angry warrior on my tail.

I was kind of lost, the main camp was so much bigger than the nursery. Stone walls the size of two bears surrounded the camp, and there was so many dens, I guess the warriors each got a seperate den as they were quite tiny--made only out of sticks and brambles. Then of course there was a side of the main camp devoted to the travelers and merchants, and oh so many cats. Great StarClan, I'd hate to be the leader.

It was quite easier for me to walk through, actually, since I was smaller. I bounded underneath others and pretty much slipped through unnoticed. I know that Shadestar wasn't fond of kits leaving the nursery section. Eventually, a towering mound of prey greeted me. I glanced at numerous pieces of prey, and eventually picked out a small-sized gray mouse.

Just as I began heading back though, yowls of terror rippled through camp. My fur bristled, and I began to flee.