Bluecough

DISCLAIMER: This is my first fanfiction ever! Please give constructive criticism, and if I get ideas I will create more!

P.S: there is lots of gore in this fanfic so look out kids

𝔹𝕃𝕌𝔼ℂ𝕆𝕌𝔾ℍ 𝕒 𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕨𝕒𝕣, 𝕕𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕠𝕟  Rainwolf lay on a boulder, the Mossclan warrior's jaws parting in a yawn as the large, sleek-furred gray tom stretched out. It was a dark early autumn day; the remainder of the dusty haze of summer still hung in the air, but the sky was overcast and dark- the sign of a soon-to-come storm. Rainwolf ran his tongue along his teeth. There was nothing to do, it was all too boring.

Little did he know, Rainwolf couldn't have been more wrong.

The tom's attention was drawn to Waspbelly, his fellow clanmate. Waspbelly was a small, gentle tortoiseshell cat with a stub tail and friendly green eyes. Right now, she had her claws unsheathed and was rubbing them against the rock frantically, as if she was a bear trying to scratch an itch. Rainwolf looked on, half amused, half concerned as he finally padded and gently pawed at her shoulder, trying to grab her attention.

She turned suddenly, staggering forwards like a dizzy kit. Before Rainwolf could react, the little cat had pounced, attacking his face. He quickly flung the shecat off, and she stood staring at him. It was if the world was in slow motion. Rainwolf didn't notice the rest of the clan watching in horror, he didn't notice the deputy, Bearfuzz, leaping in to help, all he knew was his clanmate, standing, foaming at the mouth and gnashing her teeth as she got ready to strike again.

That's when the deputy mentioned area slammed into her, tearing her throat out. The blood bubbled as Waspbelly went down without a fight, and the clan gathered round the corpse. Murmurs and whispers surrounded Rainwolf while the young warrior cowered, still shaken. As the clan discussed the incident, there was suddenly a squeal from a young kit.

TO BE CONTINUED

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