Nightlock

IK this is my 100th story, totally. I just watched the Hunger Games again and inspiration struck.
Nightlock
==Examining The Rubble==
Nightlock smiled, as her gaze drifted from cat to cat. Her bubbly eyes turned a darkened shade of green. She swished her tail, and looked at the rubble from the old camp. It had burned in the fire. Nightlock grinned grimly. She had wished for this to happen, and now... now it had come true. She saw Batstar emerge from his den, the only den still intact. She scowled at the sight of her gray leader, ordering the cats. 
Nightlock was deputy of Finclan, and enjoyed her position, but was hungry for more. She had plotted ways to kill Batstar, then she realized he had 4 lives left. Better not do it now, because he'll be some freaky voodoo warlock and come zippin back to life.
Nightlock saw Rosesaw in the distance, coughing up blood. She had hardly eaten in days, and the fire had burned all the prey. Rosesaw was sitting with Chimneysweep, the medicine cat. Chimneysweep was finding some damaged herbs, and asking her to eat them.
Nightlock heard a voice mew behind her, "Nightlock?" Nightlock turned around to see Aspenkit, her amber eyes shining, "Will we live?" Nightlock had never been asked such a query. She turned her head, as to not see the kit's expression, "Yes... yes we will." she lied.
Aspenkit smiled, and bounded towards her littermates. Nightlock glared, though none of the kits could see. A cat came up behind her and said, "Well, Nightlock. Clan'a mess. That f'rest fire 'really somethin' eh?" she turned around to see Barelheart. Barelheart had that voice that was.. disturbing, and the most bubbly can-do voice in the entire clan. She despised Barelheart.
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Category:Cats
Category:Original Characters
Category:Work in Progress