Blood in the grass

Fisherstep
^{I don't want to grow up, this is too much fun}

Fisherstep pulled the motionless body of a ginger tom. It was Canyonpaw, a tom who only a few hours ago had been so full of life, so happy. He was only a few moons younger than the she-cat who had been teaching him. She had giving him an assignment, and now he was dead. The usually happy, playful she-cat was looking horribly tormented. In her mind it was her fault for sending him off into the woods. Then again, how did she know that he would have encountered this... devil... he did.

"There is a monster in the forest." she mewed. "N-not a two-leg monster... but something else. It killed Canyonpaw." her voice was full of distress. "I saw a black form hunched over him... drinking his blood." Her long tail lashed back and forth and her eyes were wide with panic. "It had eyes like fire, and as soon as it saw me it fled. I went over to his body and it was drained of blood. The creature I saw was no cat, it was like nothing I've ever seen... It was a demon." Her mews became louder, more distressed.

{Ahh, didn't know who it was at first. Mmmkay, Starsbane, since she isn't involved too much in this plot. [But she will be in the fifth] we have to make this very light. We don't want to give anything away.}

SILVERWING
Somehow in the midst of it all, I just stopped caring.

Silverwing was heading out of the nursery for some fresh air, but the taint of blood side-tracked her. Eyes narrowed in suspicion she cautiously glanced around, Canyonpaw's seamlessly lifeless body held no spark. Only death occupied his still form. The thin, almost too irritating, whine bubbling from Fisherstep's mouth was the only sound heard. 'Monster in the forest-drank his blood-eyes like fire--'
Silverwing had enough of this nonsense the she-cat was probably just wound up from seeing the young tom's lifeless body.

There wasn't no monster, she was simply delusional. Fixated with determination she strode past Canyonpaw's body, she hesitantly stopped. Gazing down at him she felt sudden grief overtake her. More or less a different feeling, perhaps relief? This was a horrid, horrid feeling. But what if, what if? This could've been Aspenkit, Glacierkit, or Weaselkit. As much as she detested being trapped in the Starclan forsaken nursery she would have been shattered if this had happened to any of her children.

This shadowing grief eased down her irritation, Fisherstep has the right to be upset, but she shouldn't be muttering things that could frighten the whole clan. Eyes narrowed once more she approached the she-cat,
"Shhh, be quiet." she hissed urgently. Prowling closer she growled, "Your going to terrify everyone in camp. Perhaps it's best if you simply keep that story to yourself."

Silverwing blinked her leaf green eyes, "These cats have fragile minds, they'll go nuts if they here there's a monster--or whatever your babbling about in the forest. Nothing will get done, it'll be chaos." Grunting she edged closer, "As of now Canyonpaw died because a badger attacked him, nothing more."

Flicking her tail she murmured more quietly, "Perhaps you should discuss your story with Crystalmoon she might know more than anyone else."

Fisherstep
^{I don't want to grow up, this is too much fun}

The she-cat whimpered, tail lashing. "Y-you don't believe me, do you?" She said. "I know what I saw. I know it." her voice was now low. "I saw it crouched over his body, it was no badger. There's something out there in the forest. I know there is. Something hunting us. It was obvious from the terror on The young she-cat's face that she was not making it up.

'It was skinny and black, but had the form of a cat. But no cat I've seen had teeth like that, or eyes like fire.' She lashed her tail. "It saw me, and hissed... It was horrible. Then looked up as a ray of light came through the trees. It fled, hissing when the light touched its death black fur. I tell you Silverwing, I've come across death itself. I have." she mewed sadly. 'None of use are safe. It will hunt us down, kill us all with no mercy."

{Like I stated this is fifth plot business. No one needs to know of it until then. So she's going to have to be persuaded to forget about it, or this board will have to be deleted. This is another issue that effects everyone. }

SILVERWING
Somehow in the midst of it all, I just stopped caring.

"I don't believe what I don't see myself." Silverwing growled bitterly. The she-cats whining was getting on her nerves. A cat drinking blood? They weren't bats they were cats. Usually cats eat the flesh, and go drink water. Or if they're kits they drink their mother's milk. Silverwing's eyes smoldered; that reminds me, stupid kits. She quickly glanced back at the nursery; making sure her three little 'angels' were still asleep.

"If your this concerned then go have a lovely chat with Crystalmoon, if your lucky she won't claim you crazy." With a grunt she made her way back to that incredibly boring nursery. There was absolutely nothing to do; you could sleep; watch your kits do stupid things--and a..? Oh yes, sleep. You couldn't hunt; fight; or go out for a walk in the forest. Nothing.

Snorting she scampered closer and closer to that fiery hell but stopped when she approached Canyonpaw's body once again. He was free of wounds; except a puncture wound to the neck. She sighed; it was obviously a quick, clean killing bite. Not some blood sucking monster out to get them all. She tossed Fisherstep a concerned glance; she needs some mental help. The she-cat's obviously just shocked out of her fur over the apprentice's death.

She quietly said her goodbyes to the young tom and continued her trek back to the nursery. Entering the shadowy enclosure she circled her slumbering kits and murmured a quiet, "Sleep tight."

But as she drifted into silence only one thought flickered behind her eyes; what if she wasn't lying?