CherokeeDraws

Swept away ((A short tragic story)) My name’s Creekstone. I’m a Riverclan warrior. Was. I was tragically murdered by a Shadowclan cat, over a Vole. I drowned, suprisingly, I was never a swimmer, and that came as my disadvantage. My clan was starving, all the clans were, cats were deteriorating like leaves in leaf-fall one by one. The clans were mad with hunger. They were desperate.  I had been sent out towards the river to try finding something, anything. The land was chilled, frozen, frost shimmering in the weak beams of light like stars twinkling at night. Now I am one of those stars. Just another speck in the night sky. Anyway