An Eye. [closed]

It was dark in this marsh. Very little stars glittered in the sky here. Mist swirled along the ground as if it was moving water, rushing to a wall of mist that spread to the sky overhead. No birds chirped, nor insects in the area. As if something, or someone, has silenced them. No, this land was truly empty. Devoid of life, much like Wolfpaw's soul. The only song it sang was an agonizing chorus of ominous foreboding.

She stood there, her legs halfway obscured by marsh water and mist. Long fur clung to her sides, damp with the swelling mist in the air. Her pelt nearly blended in with her surroundings, one of her own design. One pale blue eye, one pale green, gazed upon this dreamland of her creation. A scar slashed down her shoulder and looked like a lightning bolt, another marring her face in half. Talon marks raked across her body, still weeping because she willed them to in this form—all an elaborate way to intimidate a monster. To get through to one, you must act like one.

Burdockroot knew darkness. She was raised by it, born by it, during an equinox that brought the Dark Forest to her clan and nursed her to a cold-hearted beast. Turned medicine cat. For most of her life, she felt nothing. Nothing but anger and rage that had consumed her until nearly the last moons of her life. Betrayal. Betrayal did that to her. By Nightstar, mostly. Heatherberry had melted her icy heart at the last moment, giving her a sense of peace before her final moments. And he- the monster slowly coming into this desolate land before her, had hurt her.

He didn't just hurt Heatherberry, but another. Much like Redice, she had seen this evil since he was a kit. The medicine cat had begged Nightstar to do something before it was too late. He did nothing. Redice killed. If you can't trust someone else to do it, you must do it yourself.

And that is why Wolfpaw was met with a snarl.

"You sniveling kit-" she growled as a way of greeting. "-I promised you I would be watching."