~Moon 4, part 1~
TW. Unrealistic depiction of blood
Finchstar pov
First night of the new moon. First thing in the morning, I decided to go on a solo patrol, like one does.
I heard rustling in the bushes. I just assumed it was a prey, leaving it alone.
I swear I felt someone's eyes on me. But... There was no one there, right? Just my old age playing tricks on me. Of course. Unless...
And then it appears my senses weren't fooling me. Someone jumped out of the bushes. They knew what they were doing. They were going for a kill. I never saw this cat, they had to be a rogue. This cat was younger than me, maybe 40 moons old. Obviously even with the strengths of all my lives, they were stronger. They took my first life, and I thought that this would be done. But that wasn't it. They went for one kill after another, taking all my lives. How did this strange cat even know about it? How could that be? Who told them?
I felt my strengths slowly leaving me. One life after the other, it slowly withered away. Untill I just... Withered away. My consciousness slowly faded, and I was ready to welcome the abyss of the Dark Forest, until...
Wait... Was this... Starclan? Really? They still dare to show themselves to me?
-Finchstar. - a voice boomed in my ears, as a flowy cloudy figure appeared in front of me. - We are giving you a last chance to lead your clan on the right path.
-You have to be kidding me. - I scoffed. - You haven't once shown yourself to me when I needed you. I will not follow you. Not now, not ever again.
-Rethink this, Finchstar. - the figure said calmly
-I already thought it through. - I said coldly, turning away from the cat, feeling as the lightness of the clouds and the sky left me, the white and blue hues of Starclan started leaving my view, leaving space for the blacks and reds of Dark Forest.