[ D ] e a t h ' s`` S w e et`` T o u ch

[kowala]

As I ran, I ran harder. I ran till my lungs were starting to burst and all the muscles in my body were starting to pull with the speed and change of pace. I hoped he was gone. I felt terrible. My face twisted up in horror and hurt confussion.
Why did he want me?
He knows I'm a Medicine Cat. Why me and not some other femme that can actually mate and loves him back.
I just kept running.
Running till the pads on my feet started to bleed.
Why me?
Why me?...

Berrypelt looked across the large moore with the slightest hint of a smile on her face. This stretch of land was her birth place, but somehow it looked like an unfarmilliar stretch of the enemies terra.
The fluffy beige she cat smiled again, her paws started to carry her farther away from the nearby camp and deeper into the jungle of thick, snowy moore.
As the cruel wind blew Berrypelt padded along through the moore, getting farther and farther away from home, and as she walked she thought. As Berrpelt walked and thought, everything else seemed to fade away to blackouts in extremely slow blurrs.
Berrypelt thought about growing up; the wonderful and horrible events. She made a mental note of them in her head.

Good Events
- Becoming the Medicine Cat apprentice

Bad Events
- Eating too much yarrow, almost retching self to death
- Getting these stupid red spots on me
- Leaffoot dies
- Drowning in depression
- Right after recovering tried to get mated with

That was a lovely experrience wasn't it? Making me think he only wants to talk but then he turns on me, pinning my body down to the cold Earth; not letting me escape. If my claws weren't so sharp and long and if my claws didn't scrape across his belly and face at that moment all hope of me escaping probably would have been lost.

Berrypelt walked some more, a small frown on her face as she had little flash-backs of that seemingly long and cold Night. Berrypelt walked some more and she then realized that there was five times the number of Bad things that happened in her life verses all the good things that happened in her life. She thought about adding the fact that she became the actual Medicine Cat but she had a flashback of her mentor's deathly cold and limp body. The fact that Leaffoot was dead would make her a Medicine Cat lickety split (occ: lickety split!! xD). The fact that her mentor's death made her a Medicine Cat made Berrypelt sick to her stomach. Her face twisted up in pain and she collapsed. She couldn't take the thought of seeing Leaffoot there dead on the mooreland.
Berrypelt then sank, she sank deep into a deep thought, a non-sleeping slumber if that's what you want to call it. She felt everything else that was going on around her: the wind, the rustling of the moore, the small rustles of rabbit amoung other things. She was perfectly aware of everything but made no move to let it know that.

Knock me out, knock me out.
Cause I've waited for all my life.
To be here with you tonight.
Just put me on my back.
Knock me out again..

Berrypelt's eyes snapped open. She saw them, the huge lion-like cats that were running around the lake terra. She gasped. She saw large golden eyes that seemed to peer into her soul. The were ablaze with the high of fighting.
She recognized the eyes just from sight. From the gatherings that she had been to she knew those eyes well.

Nightfeather...


Berrypelt was alone in the woods, she uncertainly made her way to the camp she could scent near her.
Wait... She thought.
Isn't this Shadowclan?
Berrypelt took another sniff and confirmed her inquiry
That's Shadowclan all right, she thought as she mad her way quietly into the camp.
All of a sudden a large group of these huge lion-like cats run past her into the Shadowclan camp.
'What the?..' Berrypelt was confussed, what buisness did these creatures of the cat family want with Shadowclan camp, or Shadowclan cats? She had no idea.
A flash of sticky redness impaired her vision for only a moment, she then saw the cat's react. not very far away were a couple Shadowclan cats, she recognized; Nightfeather and Miragesoul but she didn't seem to know the others.
It seemed as if the larger cats scented the blood that Berrypelt saw. They unexpectedly to Berrypelt's surprise turned toward the clan cats. Each side hissed.
Then the molten, petrifying goldness of Nightfeather's eyes got some added battle fury, like she was waiting for the battle.

The enemy arrives.
Escape into the night.
Everybody run now.
Everybody run now.
Break into another time.
This enemy of mine.
Divinity defines.
Everybody run now.
Everybody run now.
Everybody run now.
Everybody run.

Then when Berrypelt woke.
She then thought.
I need to help them, someone needs to help them.
They need help.