Shattered Claws

Wednesday, November 21st, 2012.

ShadowClan

I never thought I'd regret doing something that I thought was certainly the right thing to do. I was hunting in the forest today, when I saw a loner. Usually, whenever we see a loner, rogue, or kittypet, we capture it and bring it back to the clan. But this loner looked upset. It had scars all over it's pelt. It looked old. Most importantly, it looked hungry, tired, and near death. I wanted to help it, but if my clan found out, they would punish me and give me a few scars to think about. But I didn't want to capture it. I was about to walk away and pretend that I never saw it, but then I scented a patrol coming near me. My eyes widened, and without thinking, I went over to the loner. I told it that there's a patrol coming, and that it should run. But it was too late. The patrol saw me.

They captured the loner, and brought me back to ShadowClan. I was frightened when I saw our leader Ravenstar waiting by the camp entrance. He seemed to know that I was up to something. The patrol left Ravenstar and I. Without warning, Ravenstar unleashed his claws and raked my stomach, nearly opening it. I yowled in pain. He then slashed my eye, creating a large scar. He smirked at me, and made me follow him back into camp. I sighed, and padded back into the warriors den. Other warriors looked at me, glaring and whispering to eachother. Will I ever have a heart for battle? Or am I too soft?

-Sandtail