Warriors Cats: Blood Moon
Prologue
This night was dark and cold, being in the middle of leaf-fall, the leaves had been falling from the trees and turning various colors, having been all but peaceful. A pair of piercing yellow eyes broke the seemingly never-ending darkness of night, almost having a sickly glow to them. The eyes belonged to a broad-shouldered cat, their gender being ambiguous from first glance. The cat studied their surroundings carefully, glancing back every once and a while, they padded along a well-hidden path. Eventually they came to stop, peeked around a bush, and shooting one final glance behind them, they quickly darted through the bush. After the cat had pushed through to the other side, they continued to pad through the forest, the only sound being a small crunch of leaves under their paws. The night was almost too cold for a regular leaf-fall, with frost glittering on the ground under the moonlight, signifying that leaf-bare was nearly upon the great forest.
The cat growled deeply, indicating that he was a tom, "I hate being part of the clans! They cling too tightly to the warrior code, they're all so weak!" he hissed, suddenly turning on his heels and slashing with an odd amount killing intent at a nearby tree.
Instead of hitting the tree, the claws instead end up slicing through flesh. There was a hiss of pain, and a look of surprise glinted in the dark orange eyes of a strange cat. The cat, while hard to tell in the darkness, was a mottled brown she-cat with white paws and a white underbelly. The tom grinned sadistically, recognition lighting up in his gaze. Tilting his head to one side he said, "What a pleasant surprise, Hoot," spitting out the name as if it were a piece of crow-food.
The she-cat, now revealed to be named Hoot, lifted her gaze to look at the broad-shouldered tom, blood dribbling from an almost too deep scratch that stretched from one side of her forehead to the other side of her chin, "Nice to see you too," Hoot mewed, her rather melodic voice dripping with sarcasm.
The tom rolled his sharp yellow eyes, as his sadistic smile grew into an even wider one as he lifted up his paw, his claws tipped with her blood. "I see you've felt my claws," he spoke calmly, "but not in a way I wished.." The tom slowly licked the blood dripping off his claws, sadistically purring from the mere taste of it on his tongue.
Hoot turned away, licking a paw and set about to clean the blood off her face. "Yeah yeah, but you can't do anything to me, since you need me and my little… group… for your plan," she said as she giggled maniacally, victory glinting in the she-cat's orange eyes. The tom growled in annoyance, turning away from Hoot. They both sat in silence, tension slowly filling in the already tense environment. After almost an eternity of stillness, the mottled she-cat spoke up again, "Perhaps we should begin planning-"
The tom cut her off mid-sentence by slapping his partly fluffy tail across her mouth. "Be quiet, mouse-brain! I will be the one to plan everything, and you and your group are just mere puppets for my plan, or you are all crow-food, got it?!" He hissed venomously, a look of anger and annoyance radiating from his sharp yellow eyes. Hoot's eyes widened as she gazed into his… No, he was not merely annoyed with her, as she once thought... These eyes seemed to belong to an even greater, evil cat. Seething with an endless amount of sadism, hatred, and evil… This cat… This cat was evil incarnate...