That night had been particularly cold...everything was still. Frost covered the ground and the wind whistled ominously through the bare trees. Two red orbs gazed hungrily at a young kit and her parents, pressed together in their nest. The bearer of those red orbs took a step forward, allowing a low growl to sound from his throat. He flexed his claws, preparing to strike.
The young kit stirred, feeling something...someone watching her. She blinked open her own pair of red eyes. “Ravenspirit?” She murmured.
“Darkkit?” Asked the mother, sensing her kit’s movement with her whiskers. “Is everything alright?” Her owl-like eyes opened, glowing in the unnatural darkness. “Oh, Ravenspirit, what do you need?”
Another stirred, his ear flicking at the sound of his mate’s voice. “What’s going on, Moonstripe?” the tom asked. The sound of an owl could be heard in the distance, interrupting the silence.
Before another word could be uttered, Ravenspirit lunged forward, his claws outstretched and aimed for Moonstripe’s throat. Dark liquid splattered onto the ground and Moonstripe fell forward with a thud, a perpetual look of shock on her face.
“Mother!” Darkkit wailed. The black tom’s muzzle screwed up into a snarl, his red eyes reflecting malice.
Pineshade’s eyes widened at the sight of his now-dead-mate, his body visibly shaking. “What...” the burly tom’s voice gave out. His fur bristled and a menacing growl erupted from his throat. He pounced onto Ravenspirit, claws outstretched.
The red-eyed tom dodged Pineshade’s clumsy attack and raked his claws down the dark brown pelt. Raven spirit pinned him down with a fluid movement and bit down on his throat. Pineshade’s mouth opened in a silent scream and then went limp.
Ravenspirit snarled at Darkkit once more, his teeth stained scarlet with their father’s blood.
Their eyes met. She couldn’t find the will to move as she stared up at her older brother, who was taking small pawsteps toward his next victim...Darkkit. “Ravenspirit...why?” Is all she managed. “Why are you doing this? Why did you kill mother and father?” She choked, gradually gaining volume. “Medicine Cats Are supposed to help the clan!”
Ravenspirit didn’t respond. He took a step forward, face glowing menacingly as the moon lit it up with it’s eerie light. Darkkit finally found the will to move. “I don’t want to die!” She yowled. She ducked under Ravenspirit’s legs and ran out of the nursery. Several cats peered out of their dens, wondering what the commotion was about. Darkkit ran to a muscular white tom, sliding underneath his legs and crumpled into a ball of terror. “I don’t want to die!” She chanted. “I don’t want to die. I don’t want to die.”
Nightflame picked up Darkkit and set her to her paws, “What are you talking about, kit?” He asked with a voice laced with amusement. Darkkit looked at him with, wide eyes full of terror.
“Ravenspirit! He killed my parents!!!” she shrieked. “He’s a murderer! Stop him before he kills anyone else!”
Nightflame stared at her unbelievingly. “What is she yammering about?” asked Whiteflower.
“Must have been a dream,” Foxblaze grumbled.
“Ravenspirit is the kindest cat I know,” added Wolfpaw timidly.
Darkkit shook her head violently, “No...no...NO! It’s true! They’re dead! He killed them! He’s still in the-” Darkkit’s words were lost as Ravenspirit padded out of the nursery, his gaze set on his sister of four moons. She let out a heart-wrenching scream.
His claws were stilled clotted with fur and blood, leaving scarlet stained pawprints behind. He bent down so his muzzle was equal to Darkkit’s. The clan stood in unmoving shock as they watched. “My puny, sister. I will grant you your wish to live,” Ravenspirit scoffed. “Hate me, and cling to that hate until you’re strong enough to face me yourself and kill me,” he hissed and pressed his nose to Darkkit’s forehead before running out of camp and disappearing into the shadows.
A/N: Dun, dun, DUUUUN. Spooooky. Man this chapter took so much editing, I was such a terrible writer in sixth grade. Anywaaays, I don’t really like this chapter, but it’s just the prologue so, meh. Feel free to give your opinions in the comments and theories on why the frick frack Ravenspirit killed his parents :o
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