Long ago, there was sickness. A terrible, deadly version of black cough. Many died.
"Get away, black cat! Go to the Dark Forest and rot!" The tom hissed as his claws made a deep impact on the foreign cat's chest fur, trickles of blood dripping out. The other cat gave out hall-heard gasps as he collapsed onto the ground.
I was wanted and cherished back then. Oh, what a beautiful time…
The tom immediately backed up, his eyes glancing at the injured she-cat next to him. Her green eyes were half open now, looking vacantly at the grassy field covered with the blood of anger and evil biting at each other's throats.
But now… But now they hate me; Death, the wonderful life-taker. Why? I only do what StarClan tells me since I am their little slave.
The other cat, whom struggled to get up onto his dear black paws, was giving out cries of sorrow and agony now. A part of his heart felt torn; literally.
It was my duty… it was my duty to take the clan leader's daughter… the one who was meant to die from the badger's bite…
The tom gave out a hiss as the other cat reached his quaking front leg towards the two, causing the tom, then, to unexpectedly lift the limp she-cat on part of his tabby brown back; pulling her body away from the scene.
But I lost her to him, the brown tom. I failed StarClan because of him.
The other cat gave out a heaving panic as he growled to the far away figures "Come back—*cough*! C-Coward— *cough*—what did you do to me?! What did you—?!"
How could I have known that the wretched tom had stolen something so precious to me; my way back to StarClan and the Dark Forest? How could I have guessed my icy, unforgiving life was stopped by a mere mortal tom?
The other cat, whose name was Death, realized his voice was not heard and he stopped. Death felt his world shatter and crumble as he realized his job was over. He had no purpose anymore and he hated that; hated it greatly.
I need my revenge against that tabby tom… even though StarClan has long forgotten about me…
Death stayed silent for a moment longer before checking his chest wound, which wasn't leaking any more blood. Even though the brown tabby tom had stripped him part of his powers and pride, he still had the power of healing… though, in his own way, he wished he didn't have.
That way, after I sacrifice that female's soul and kill her lovely tabby brown mate, I might be wanted again… I might be useful once more… And—
He started to think about revenge, suddenly, the sweet and delicious idea captivating his mind, body, heart, and soul. Killing the two cats who were in his path? Easy picking. Being rescued by StarClan? Nothing could describe his happiness as he thought about it. And—
I might be death again.
*(Author's note)*
Sorry that this is shorter then what you guys might have dreamed of (t also kind of sucks too xP). But I just wanted to remake my "Death" story again, even if some parts of it confuses you. Anyway, this is off-topic, but if any of you guys are looking for an artist for you warrior cat cover; I'm the person (been drawing for two to three years now). PM what you want or if you want to see my style (I'm a digitial artist) PM me about that and I'll send you some examples. Thanks.