Training

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Yellowfang strode over to Brokenstar. "I have to speak with you," she meowed.

Brokenstar stared down at her. "Go on, then. Speak."

Yellowfang took a deep breath. "What are you doing?" she demanded. "Training kits who are too young to fight? Sending the elders away from their den? This isn't part of the warrior code!"

Brokenstar narrowed his eyes. "Nor is questioning your Clan leader," he hissed. "You are my medicine cat, so you do as I say. Are the elders safe? Sheltered?"

"Yes," Yellowfang answered reluctantly. "But-"

"Then they are fine," Brokenstar interrupted. "And if the kits want to learn how to fight, why should I stop them? We have many enemies, Yellowfang."

You have made us many enemies, you mean, Yellowfang thought.

Brokenstar had turned away from her and was shouting instructions to the cats in the clearing. "No, Littlekit! Use your hind paws! Brownkit, Wetkit, try the double attack again on Mosspaw. Remember to strike him at exactly the same time."

Yellowfang knew that there was no point in trying to argue with Brokenstar any further. Turning to leave, she halted at the sound of a squeal from the far side of the clearing. She spun around to see Brownkit and Wetkit backing away from Mosspaw. The tiny apprentice was lying ominously still.

"We were trying that double-attack trick, like you said," Brownkit squeaked. "Did we do it right?"

A horrible suspicion rose to choke Yellowfang as she bounded over to Mosspaw. His head was wrenched at an awkward angle and his eyes were open but glazed.

Great StarClan, he's dead!

Striving to keep calm, Yellowfang stepped between the kits and Mosspaw's body. "Go straight back to camp," she ordered them. "Go on, all of you!"

The five kits gave one another bewildered looks, then scampered obediently away. "I guess Mosspaw must be hurt real bad!" Volekit exclaimed as they left.

Brokenstar strode across and confronted Yellowfang. "What's going on? Why have you stopped the training?"

Yellowfang was so horrified it was hard for her to keep all her paws on the ground and not leap at her Clan leader, clawing at his eyes. "Look what happened!" she yowled.

Brokenstar bowed his head. "You're right, it's terrible." There was a genuine regret in his voice. "The Clan needs apprentices more than ever."

Heart welling with grief, Yellowfang picked up Mosspaw's body by his scruff and carried him back to the camp. He wasn't even four moons old!
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Yellowfang's Secret was truly the most dark and disturbing book in the whole series. I had to force myself to read the last few chapters, I kept wanting to just stop because I kept felling depressed and mucky. I just finished The Forgotten Warrior and decided to try and read Yellowfang's Secret again, but I just couldn't. I love Yellowfang to pieces and she will always be my favorite cat, but this book just makes me feel horrible inside.

I tried making it look like she was in a shadowed area, but the shadowing ended up looking like she's speckled. I added a shit-load of details that no one will probably ever notice, but they're there ;u; Also, I've never drawn a Persian before so the muzzle kinda sucks