Disclaimer: I do NOT own Warriors, but we do own Crimson and Reaper. We make them do PUPPET SHOWS!!!
A/N: All First Person posts are written by Neko and Third Person posts written by Sorrow :)
Small pads thumped against the cold ground that surrounded the leader's den. It surrounded every where in this place. Eyes wide and disoriented, I panted as I looked around. The last thing that I remember was running into BloodClan territory after the fight with Lyrepelt.
I whimpered slightly, not even disgusted with that sound. If I was in my right mind, I might be, but I wasn't. Something had snapped, and I knew that I was freaking out, as the term went.
I felt that all of WindClan was after me, trying to shred me after his death. I laughed loudly, as it echoed on the walls that surrounded the alley. Taking off I started to get closer to Crimson's den. Blood poured from my muzzle and blood had clumped my fur on my back. My paws and body was soaked from the blood. I had no idea that I was on my way to Crimson's den.
I just knew I was supposed to be going somewhere. I just knew that someone was calling my name. Rasping slightly I stared at where I knew the leader lived and I looked at it before turning away. The voice that I knew wasn't Scythe was screaming at me, telling me something I couldn't understand.
I just wanted to understand it. I turned to walk away, hopefully making the voice go away.
A/N: This Is a great story I think. All I know is, I hope you review. We have up to Chapter Ten written! Stay Tuned for more of The Crimson Chronicles :) Read and Review if you want more!!
