The Killer

Mossfur padded into the clearingin the middle of the night, only to see a horrifying sight.

Ashpelt, a ThunderClan warrior, had been killed.

His body was ripped open.

One of his eyes was missing, the other covered in blood.

In the empty eye socket was part of his skull.

His jaw was dangling from his face.

Bloody parts of his skin were drooping from his pelt.

Who could have done this?

Falconstar, leader of ThunderClan said, "Did anyone see who did this?"

"I did..." a moan came from the darkness of the forest.

Mossfur went further, and saw it was Whitefur, an elder.

"What happened?" Falconstar questioned.

"No...no!" the elder rasped, getting up and stepping back, "Stay away from me!"

Her voice was shaky, as if she'd seen something horrifying.

Her head was cracked open, showing part of her skull.

Red stained her white fur.

Half of her nose and ear were missing, too.

"Don't husrt me!" the elder rasped.

"Just tell me," Falconstar meowed calmly, "Who did this to you?"

"Don't...don't make me think of it!" she yowled.

"Just tell me..."

"No! Stop it!  Stop it!" she yowled.

Then, the elder turned around and started running toward ShadowClan.

Mosspelt, Falconstar, and some other cats the insane she-cat to thunder path.

There, she ran passed it, yowling, "No!!! Don't make me speek of it-"

All of a sudden, she was hit by a monster.

Mossfur padded over to her.

The elder whispered, "It was the killer..."

Then, she died.

A few days had passed since the deaths.

Mossfur was off hunting near RiverClan.