A/N: I do not own the warriors series, Erin Hunter does
The Ground Runs Red
Death was imminent, he laid there as his crimson red blood started to leave is body. He tried to take in air but the cut on his throat was too deep. He tried to crawl around but his body was too heavy. He had given up all hope and accepted his death. He closed his eyes, hoping that it would be quick.
Above the dead body of the cat was a she-cat, smiling. The satisfaction of another hard earned kill made her happy. She looked around and smirked again, she saw a field of bodies and comrades checking to make sure they were all dead. One how ever was not and sprung up to make a run for it. The she-cat saw this and quickly gave chase while the others stayed put. The she-cat quickly caught up to the cat and pounced.
Death was instant, for the she-cat. The cat she didn't want getting away had turned and with all of his strength, slashed her throat. Her body landed on him and he struggled to get her off. He finally slipped out from under the body and looked out from the forest he ran into. All he could see was a field full of bodies. They were cats he knew. Neighbours, friends, lovers and more importantly family. The cat started to tear up as he looked upon this field. Everyone he had ever known from the time he was born was dead and he wouldn't get to see them again.
He turned and started to walk deeper into the forest hoping the other cat wouldn't find him. He looked back one more time and continued walking. This day was truly the day the ground runs red.
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