A/N: First actual story! How exciting ;) I already have the first three chapters of this story finished and therefore, I will most likely update once a day until I run out of completed chapters. Then you'll have to wait longer :P
***Enjoy!*** CHAPTER ONE: Thrill of the Kill"It seemed that happily ever after, was happy everyone was after me …"
My name is Furlough, and I am a member of BloodClan. I have a sister named Annemarie and a brother named Chester. We were born on a claw-moon, meaning we were born on a night when the moon was just a sliver in the sky, like someone had slashed their claw lightly across the night blanket. Kits born on claw-moon were considered outcasts, loners, lost causes. Oh, those have grown to be my favorite two words… 'Lost' and 'cause.' You wouldn't understand. You have known the safety of your Twoleg nest your whole life, or the protection of your Clanmates and the knowledge that they would sacrifice themselves for you if they had too.
But not me. All I have ever known is taunting, screaming, crying, and blood. Lots and lots of blood. I have witnessed it myself many times. I have the crimson drops on my paws from my own father, seeping out from the open wound that had been sliced viciously in his neck by none other than me. I had to do it. I needed to do it. Or Scourge would've killed me.
Scourge was my idol. He was smart, brave, cunning, and didn't take 'no' for an answer. I admired his long claws and tooth-studded collar, and I was determined to get my own one day. That's why I killed my father. To be a full BloodClan member, you had to kill a cat related to you, and then you would receive a collar to wear around your neck. My first prize on that collar was a tooth from my father, and I my goal in life was to someday have as many teeth as Scourge had.
My brother and sister were different. Annemarie was alright - she wasn't a scaredy-mouse, but she didn't enjoy being a murderer. Chester, on the other hand, was a poor excuse for a cat. He was afraid of the gleaming fangs of BloodClan cats, and the sight of a pool of red made him sick. He himself made me sick. I would've chosen Chester for my Ceremony, but he was too weak. My father was stronger, and more of a challenge. Scourge would see more promise in me now.
That was my other life-goal: To someday gain enough respect to be able to kill Bone and become Scourge's second-in-command instead that mangy flea-bag he has now. But that was a long time from now, and was not going to happen anytime very soon. Right now, I was just trying to survive to live that long, which would be even harder for me, considering the fact that I was a Claw-Moon-Kit.
I was currently living in a box in a dirty alleyway with my friend, Dagger. Well, he wasn't really my friend, more like the cat was I forced to share my territory with for now. He too was a Claw-Moon-Kit, born on the same night as me and my littermates. But there was I law, that once you were eight moons old, you had to live alone. I couldn't wait for that day when I could kill Dagger and add another tooth to my collar. But living along before eight moons old was too dangerous.
I was seven-and-a-half moons when my sister came to me. It was rather surprising, actually, to see the white-furred she-cat with stunning blue eyes come waltzing down my alleyway. Her collar swayed loosely around her neck with one single tooth in the front next to the shiny gold buckle. Her long, fluffy tail streamed out behind her, and her ears were flattened hauntingly against the back of her head. To say the least, my sister was beautiful. I thought I even saw Dagger glancing at her occasionally, and I turned to him and hissed a warning.
Annemarie grinned at me, narrowing her eyes. I just stood there, staring at her, waiting for her to speak. She let out a soft laugh and asked me in her creepy-quiet voice, "Something different about me?"
I looked her up and down, taking in everything: her eyes, her tail, her claws, her collar, her… Wait. Her collar? My brain finally registered. Last time I had seen her, Annemarie was still debating whether she was going to try to run away or get her collar. Now she had a red, dirt-streaked collar dangling from her throat. My eyes shot up to her face and blurted, "Who?"
She smiled and answered, "Chester."
My eyes widened slightly. Chester? So she had done it. She had finally killed that pathetic, worthless fleabag for her Ceremony.
Annemarie let out a chilling whistle. "I knew you would be happy."
I grinned, but it faded as I asked my sister, "Are you happy?"
This question took the white-furred she-cat off guard. She snarled, "Of course! I have changed. I an actual BloodClan cat now." She directed her gaze to Dagger who was crouched in the shadows. She glanced at me and growled playfully, "Who's your little friend?"
I hissed, "He's not my friend! In fact, in half a moon, I'm gonna kill him"
Annemarie laughed louder than she probably should have, for Dagger swung his head around to look at them with narrowed slits for eyes. Annemarie glared him and turned to me. "Well, bye for now," she meowed, before turning to head out of the alley.
(Dagger's POV)
I crouched in the dark, glaring silently at Furlough and his sister. Annemarie sure was gorgeous, but as she let out a loud laugh, a shiver ran down my spine.
"…In a half moon, I am going to kill him."
Those words had Furlough spoken not just a few heartbeats ago? Yes, and they would cost him dearly. Furlough's black-and-ginger fur would soon be matted in blood, and his pine-green eyes would be lifeless. As these gory images filled my mind, Annemarie began to pad away. Immediately, I leaped, sinking my claws into Furlough's broad shoulders. Yowling in alarm, Furlough collapsed on the ground.
"You shall pay for those words!" I shouted as loud as I could into Furlough's ears.
(Furlough's POV)
"You shall pay for those words!" Dagger shouted into my already-ringing ears. I snarled, pushing him off of me. I turned on him without thinking and sunk my teeth into his flank. He shrieked in pain before tearing away, from me, leaving a chunk of bloody fur hanging from my jaws. I dropped it and pounced at him again, but he dodged and raked his claws against my cheek, red drops splattering the ground.
Enough play! I thought to myself and pushed myself with all my might at Dagger. Sinking my teeth into the back of his neck, he didn't even scream. Taking his final breath, he gasped, before his eyes flickered.
I released him from my hold and watched his lifeless body hit the ground with a soft thud. Smiling, I showed my red fangs. Opening Dagger's mouth, I ripped a tooth from his gums and pierced my collar with it, my chest filled with pride. I stared down at my two-toothed collar and at the dead body of Dagger, before padding away, sighing with happiness. My father and Dagger were just the first of the list of blood that would soon come to pool around my paws.
A/N: So, what do you think? Was it too quick at the end? I felt like it was, but it's probably just me being paranoid about everything I do xD Review please?
~Danny~