She stared down at the gore, of what used to be Spiritsong. Then she glanced down at her paws, covered in blood. A tear fell from her eye, but quickly stopped. What had become of her? I'm a monster, Mossfire muttered quietly. I did this, and because I did, Spiritsong is dead. I loved her so much. But why? This evil cannot be controlled...the Darkforest is calling for me, and they want me to answer their call.
She slowly padded over to the stream flowing closely near her, and dipped her paws in. She took a small swim, washing off the blood. She would say that Spiritsong and her got attacked by a fox, that made her slip on a rock and fall into the stream. And then she'd say that when she had come out of the stream, Spiritsong was dead. Yes, it was a lie. But Echostar would never believe that the Darkforest had made her do that.
She headed back to camp, soaked from the water. When she walked in, cats stared at her, horror-struck. "What is it..?" She gasped. "What's going on?"
"Mossfire," That was Echostar, who came out of her den. "We know what you did. We all know."