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Warrior Cats: Regrets - Chap10Warrior Cats: Regrets - Chap10 by Yolly-anda
Warm shafts of sunlight penetrated through the entrance of the medicine cat's den. Long thin grass had spread along the entrance, swaying and dancing with every passing breeze. It nearly covered the entire hole, only allowing little strings of light to flicker over the beautiful white's pelt. Cleansoul woke with a sour taste in her mouth, and as she inhaled in a yawn, she found herself choking under so much heat. The she-cat wasn't used to such heavy weather. During her kithood, she thought that twolegs could control the weather. It was never too cold nor too hot in her twoleg's nest. Everything was so different now. There were no twolegs to control the weather anymore, she'd have to endure whatever the forest threw at her. But when she inhaled again, she ended up coughing violently. Suffocating, but not from the heat this time; the strong smell of herbs filled the medicine cat's den, overtaking all other smells.
This boiling temperature must have dried most of the herbs up, she
Warrior Cats: Regrets - Chap9Warrior Cats: Regrets - Chap9 by Yolly-anda
"Bluestar, it's me," called Silverpelt in front of the leader's den. Looking over her shoulder, she realized that some of the stars had already appeared in the sky. The night was slowly taking over the heavens, and so, taking over her. She could feel the exhaustion slowly crawling up her legs. Soon, she'd fall asleep and leave flesh and bone behind.
"Come in," Bluestar answered, snapping the she-cat out of her thoughts.
Silverpelt slowly padded into the den. She noticed a half eaten mouse in the corner of the den. The mouse was rather small, so why hadn't Bluestar finished it? Was she still having a hard time finding her appetite? Silverpelt decided to shift her attention from that matter and settled her gaze on Bluestar. Bluestar was neatly tucked on her mossy bed, her coat well groomed, but clinged to her frame as it showed the outline of her ribs quite well. Silverpelt then wondered if she might look the same, as it has been several days now since she ate something. Starclan always
Warrior Cats: Regrets - Chap8Warrior Cats: Regrets - Chap8 by Yolly-anda
"Please Yellowfang, tell me what happened," pleaded Silverpelt, her gaze focused on the elderly she-cat. She couldn't bear watching these cats carry on with their duties in such conditions, with pain clinging to their legs. Silverpelt searched the medicine cat's eyes for any sign of emotion, but they were dull and unreadable. Yellowfang suddenly spoke.
"What you're looking at, is the result on an invasion. Thunderclan's camp was attacked by a group of rogue cats. Tigerclaw was in charge of the assault."
Silverpelt sighed sadly. She couldn't understand how a cat could be so cruel towards his own kind, his own family. The cats that had grown and shared everything with him. Those who taught and loved him... Tigerclaw's ambitions had finally taken the better out of him. Would he ever feel regret for the things he had done? Yellowfang's steps came to a halt in front of the leader's den. The lichen that once hung over the entrance of the den were now shredded and cut out of the way. Silverpe
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