by Hopeflower » Sun Oct 21, 2007 12:28 am
"Goodbye," Bloodspill meowed. She dipped her head one last time, turned, and padded off towards the island's shore. Her mother walked at her shoulder, both black she-cats vanishing into the shadows.
A moon and a half after Bloodspill left, she staggered out of the mountains again. She was weak, injured, and half-starved, but she was alive. Clawmarks stretched down both of her flanks and some flesh had been torn away from her left shoulder, both wounds reminders of the brutal fight she'd gotten into. Her chest was soaked in her own blood and the blood of other cats. Bloodspill collapsed where she stood, panting heavily. "I told them...I'd be back," she rasped, pushing herself up again and limping on, towards ThunderClan territory.
"Gotta have a little sadness once in a while so you know when the good times come."
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