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CLOUDY NIGHT[]

A Submission for Turtle’s Writing Contest[]
Prompt: Nightcloud kills Crowfeather[]

"Nightcloud? Where are you going?"

Nightcloud looked behind her at the sound of her son, Breezepelt's, voice. The black tom's eyes were bleary with sleep, his fur ruffled. His nest was flattened where he had slept on it.

"Just going to the dirtplace," Nightcloud lied. She could never tell Breezepelt her real intention - revenge. Crowfeather, her mate, had never wanted her truly. He'd only mated her to prove he could find love in WindClan. Now she was ready to show him that he couldn't get away with not loving her, using her to his advantage.

You chose Feathertail, and then Leafpool, Nightcloud thought angrily. Then, when WindClan generously let you still live here, you decided to prove to them you could find love in your own Clan. But you never loved me.

Breezepelt grunted, then settled down again. Nightcloud breathed a sigh of relief that he hadn't questioned her further. She loved Breezepelt, but he could be nosy at times.

Nightcloud quietly slipped out of the den. She was sure she wouldn't get caught, because Slightfoot, a young, inexperienced warrior, had gone out to the dirtplace not long ago. Hopefully, everyone would blame him and not her.

As Nightcloud entered the WindClan camp, she scanned the whole clearing. Crowfeather was sitting guard near the entrance, and Slightfoot was nowhere to be seen. Oh, StarClan, let him stay in the dirtplace long enough for me to get this over with, Nightcloud prayed.

Nightcloud headed to the dirtplace and ducked inside. Before Slightfoot could see her, she dropped into a crouch and slowly, as if she was stalking a mouse, crawled back outside. She narrowed her amber eyes so that Crowfeather wouldn't see them glimmering in the dark. Then she slowly pulled herself closer and closer to her former mate. She could almost taste the sour taste of blood in her mouth already.

Just as Nightcloud was about to leap, Crowfeather saw her. His eyes widened with terror and he opened his mouth to warn his Clanmates. But Nightcloud was too quick. She barreled into Crowfeather, cutting off his cry before he could even start it. He stared up at her with wide, terror-filled blue eyes.

"This is what you get," Nightcloud hissed, "for betraying me!"

Before Crowfeather could answer, Nightcloud bit down hard on his neck. The sour taste of blood filled her mouth but she kept biting until she was sure he was dead. When she stepped back, he fell, limp, to the ground, never to move again.

"That is what you deserved," Nightcloud whispered. Then she whipped around and lifted her paw to begin heading back to her den, but then she saw him.

Slightfoot.

"You- you- you just killed Crowfeather," Slightfoot whispered in shock. He stepped away, and then seemed to get his senses back. He let out a warning yowl, not stopping for breath.

Now it was Nightcloud's turn to step back, horror spreading throughout her entire body as her Clanmates streamed out of their dens, eyes alight with confusion. As soon as they saw Crowfeather's body, Nightcloud, and Slightfoot, though, they seemed to understand.

Harestar pushed his way to the front of the crowd. "Nightcloud, Slightfoot," he mewed calmly. "Who found the body?"

Slightfoot didn't hesitate. "Me. And this stupid fox-heart-" He glared at Nightcloud- "murdered him!"

"How can we trust him?" a cat from the crowd yowled. "Nightcloud is more experienced than him."

Shame washed through Nightcloud. It would be better just to admit it. "I killed him," she mumbled.

Harestar jerked his head around to stare at her. "What?"

"It was me." Nightcloud lifted her head to glare at Harestar. Her voice was clear as she continued, "He can't just get away with mating a ThunderClan cat, and then pretending to love me! He deserved it."

"I know it hurts," Harestar mewed. Then his voice rose in anger. "But that doesn't mean you can just la-di-da kill him and get away with it. You must be punished."

Nightcloud dropped her head, every bit of courage gone from her body.

"You are exiled."

"What?!" Breezepelt snarled. "No - you can't! Please."

Nightcloud looked at her son. "It's okay," she whispered. "It was my fault. You'll be a good WindClan warrior."

Then, pain shooting through her entire body, Nightcloud left her home, the place she would never forget.

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