Ashes fade away

[Raccoonstar]

DUSKWING

Duskwing needed to get her dark dreams of death caused by Silentstar. She looked around, not wanting to go on a hunting patrol alone. Ashheart would do. "Hey Ashheart! Do you want to come with me on a hunting patrol?" Duskwing questioned innocently. She watched Ashheart's attention switch to her and hoped she'd say yes. Being alone has far less advantages than disadvantages. Duskwing waited patiently for Ashheart's answer, dismissing the thought of her saying "no." Why would Ashheart have a reason to say no?

[//Sunneh// is FuMiNg]

Ashheart

"Hey Ashheart! Do you want to come with me on a hunting patrol?"

Ashheart glanced up at Duskwing, her jaws parting in a brief yawn. "Sure," she replied somewhat stiffly, slowly getting to her paws. Her joints ached as she stretched, then padded over to the former IvyClan she-cat, tail drooping pitifully. She hadn't been getting much sleep the past few nights; the memory of her sickness caused by IvyClan still haunted her. Ashheart still hadn't fully recovered, both physically and mentally, and her hate for IvyClan had only grown stronger. Her heart ached for vengeance, a chance to give them what they deserved. A patrol near the IvyClan border would be a perfect chance for revenge. "Let's go."

[Raccoonstar]

DUSKWING

Duskiwng knew she'd say yes. She appeared tired, but if she was willing to join a hunting patrol with her, who was she to judge? Ashheart led her near the IvyClan border, and Duskwing followed, slightly shocked that Ashheart was going this close to the foul, yet familiar smelling border. Duskwing paused slightly farther away from the border, searching for a vole or mouse. She didn't like birds that much, too many feathers. Aha! Duskwing thought joyously as a mouse chittered nearby. Duskwing lashed out at the mouse in classic IvyClan style, catching it by the thin tail and dragging it to its doom. She broke its neck to stop its rather annoying squeak. She was slightly disappointed in herself for using IvyClan style rather than FrostClan's. But prey was prey. No matter how it was caught.

[//Sunneh// is FuMiNg]

Ashheart

Ashheart prowled near the IvyClan border, slightly disappointed. There was no sign of any IvyClan warriors. No sign at all. She knew Duskwing was puzzled at her choice of hunting grounds, but was relieved that she didn't comment on it. It wasn't like a clan cat to go looking for revenge, and Ashheart felt a pang of guilt. She shook it off immediately. It was right that she felt this way. No cat-

Her attention was snatched away from her thoughts as a sharp, putrid smell overpowered her senses. Gagging, Ashheart ducked her head, eyes closed in an attempt to identify the scent. IvyClan cats didn't smell that nasty. It had to be a badger. Probably the one that injured Ashtail, or at least one from the same set. Her lips curled into a snarl as she prepared to warn Duskwing, but stopped as a blow to her head sent pain rippling down her spine. She raised her paw in a feeble attempt to defend herself, then everything went black.

[Raccoonstar]

DUSKWING

Duskwing had just caught her mouse when out of nowhere, Ashheart went down. The smell of badger wafted in the air, and there it was, growling and spitting at Ashheart's corpse. Duskwing's mind flooded with rage and her vision turned red. She leapt into the air, combining moves from IvyClan and FrostClan, to take down the dreaded being. The badger yowled protest and tried to shake her off. Duskwing scratched its eyes until they were invisible from the blood dripping from them. The badger screeched and threw her off, where she landed lightly and prepared for more. She leapt into battle again, scratching the badger's face over and over again until it clawed her shoulder. Duskwing yowled in rage and sunk her fangs into the badger's neck until it threw her off again, where she chased it all the way into the river and watched it drown in the freezing water. Duskwing panted from her exertion, and carefully removed the dead badger from the reddening river. She returned to Ashheart's dead body, and tried desperately to return it to FrostClan, wincing as the body hit her shoulder. She'd go to Smokeleaf later, now was the time to send Ashheart home. She knew that the badger was fairly young. Old enough to be able to leave its family, but young enough to be taken down. Or in this case, drowned. Duskwing dragged Ashheart's body over to FrostClan camp, where she licked Ashheart clean and slept beside her. If she were of another species, she would have howled. But a sobbing session would do for the feline species. Ashheart was dead. The badger was dead. And Duskwing had tasted vengeance. It felt...good and bad at the same time. Duskwing hated it. The rage had brought out her IvyClan rage, and Duskwing hoped to never use it again. Duskwing was like an entirely different person when she had fought, and she hated that personality. She would hopefully use it nevermore.