Chapter 1:The Battle
Pain, fear. I am breathing heavy, the wounds in my chest deep, to deep. More pain floods my lungs as another breath rattles from my body, air like glass against my blooded throat. The battle still rages, blood flashing, cats screaming. The forest cats have killed many, but we have many more. BloodClan cats stream over the minuet masses of warriors, claws sinking into flesh. Scourge races from cat to cat, his claws and teeth like daggers, splicing, killing, murdering.
I turn my attention back to the warrior I have been fighting. Her coat is white, snowy, like my own, eyes full of blood lust and hate. All the better for battle. Lunging, I rake my claws across her ear. I know she is screaming, even in my soundless world. Again, I pounce. The she-cat counters, slashing claws brush the tips of my snowy pelt. Nimbly, I land on my paws, turning casually around. I can finish her easily, even though she three times my size, an adult, and I am but a kit. It make no difference as I sprang into the air. The warrior rears on her haunches, lashing for my under belly. Instead, I turn, barreling into her chest. My own rib cage howls in agony, but I ignore it, that's what I've been trained to do.
My ears flare up as Scourge and another cat, one a crystal pelt, caked in blood, tumble past. The warrior yelps, struggling as Scourge rakes his claws across the cats shoulder.
The she-cat snarls, I can feel it. I turn back to my enemy, knowing the white warrior is dead, I know his life is gone, I can feel it. Yowling, I spring, I can see the surprise, then the pain in her eyes as my claws rack her flank, finding home in her stomach. I push harder, harder, blood dampening my pelt, coating my claws, stinging my eyes. It feels good, oh so good.
My hair bristles as another forest cat rockets from the mass of pelts, planting it's claws on my back. Body flying through the air, I scream, glass flying through my throat. Death claws it's way into my brain, yowling, chanting, urging me to give up. I pelt flies past me, eyes blank like dead emeralds, dull and worn. His pelt is ragged, bloodied, but clearly orange.
Somewhere, I fell Scourge's claws racking my side, urging me to fight, to get up. I groan, whimpering as a paw, claws extended, collides with my head. My eyes flutter, paws scrabbling on the reddened ground. I will not die.
I whorl around, seeking the cat that bested me. A young apprentice, coat flaky grey, probes the she-cat I had been fighting into the bushes. Breathing more painfully then should be possible, I launch myself at the she-cat, planting my paw on her back. The apprentice turns, claws extended, hatred in her eyes. My claws rake her flank, then her ear. Lashing out, the she-cat swings a paw, but to late, in seconds, she is on her back, my claws on her throat. "We shall have your forest!" I hiss, savouring the words as they coat my tongue. "And you will all die!"
Moments after the words leave my muzzle, a chill hisses through the air. Cold hands pierce my heart as I turn, stifling a scream as I see the corpse. Still and motionless, dull, lifeless, Scourge lies, face to the heavens. The tom who is dead, was dead, removes his claws from my leader, eyes briefly meeting mine. Instantly, the two she-cats are on me, yanking my body to the ground. I yowl as claws tear my ears, limbs. Wailing and broken, I slither between the warriors, darting for the bushes.
Wind screams in my ears, trees clawing at my pelt. Blood leaks from my body, staining my pelt. Every muscle shrieks in protest, yet I still run. I run from the cats that nip at my heels! I run from the anguish that haunts my mind! I run from pain. I run from fear. From life, from death. From light and hope. From all that hurt me more then any scar ever has. I am a fool…