Duskclaw: A Short Story

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Moonsong pressed into her mate comfortingly as the pair of them sat together near Duskclaw's body. The tom's dead form had been found near the border with DarkClan, and Duskclaw had been covered in Morningcloud's scent, only fueling the hatred much of LakeClan held for him. Crowflight had prepared their father's body for the burial and now sat next to Rockfall. Both toms were silent as they simply stared upwards at the stars. Moonsong lifted her gaze. I'm so sorry, Duskclaw. If I had acted sooner... maybe this wouldn't have happened. A warm, comforting scent wrapped around her, and Moonsong realized the scent was that of her father. Do not blame yourself for what you could not stop. You cannot change the past, but your paws will shape the future, Moonsong. Do not forget that. Moonsong sighed softly and gazed toward the camp entrance. Rather than …show more content…

"What on earth happened to you?" "They took our claws!" Brightfern's voice rose to a wail. "Darkwind took our claws away! All of us! They - they ambushed us... the border... Morningcloud killed Duskclaw, and Blizzardheart knocked out Pigeonfur... Then... then Darkwind was giving us poppy seeds and - and when I woke up, my claws were gone!" Moongsong trembled. A cat without claws? A cat without claws would never survive in the wild! "No claws?" "But how will they survive?" "They won't!" Ripplewing growled. "That's the point. Without claws, they can't take care of themselves. Lionstar finally found a way to get control of his she-cats back. They can't hunt or fight now - they have no choice but to let the toms hunt for them! They have no choice but to go back to being controlled!" "Great SpiritClan, no!" "Will they do this to all of us?" "Does that mean they took our mother's claws?" Darkpaw's voice trembled. "I'll keep you safe, Darkpaw," Shadepaw, Darkpaw's brother, vowed. "Stormstrike, you won't let this happen, will you?" Frostwing's mew was full of

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