The brittle air shocked Darkpelt as he exited the warriors den. " Jeez" He thought "Starclan seems to have wanted leaf bare to start early this year." He slowly stalked over to the fresh kill pile. He picked up a mouse and headed over to the bushes where the tree stump was hidden. Darkpelt ate,then he looked up at Swiftfang who seemed pretty annoyed. He looked behind him-his apprentice Strongpaw. Darkpelt walked over to try to make peace. "Now go! You broke the warrior code! No fresh kill!" Swiftfang hissed. Tail down, Strongpaw went to the apprentice den. "I'm sorry you saw that Darkpelt" He said.
"But I swear, Im gonna kill that little twerp if he keeps it up!" Darkpelt smiled. He was happy the clan was using the twoleg language he discovered. Perfect for battle. "It's fine Swiftfang." Darkpelt sighed.
Darkpelt decided he would go hunting. He went out of camp. He came back with a rabbit. Oneclaw was sitting at the enterance. "Darkpelt. Strongpaw is dead."
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