WARNING: SOME CHAPTERS CONTAIN LEMONS!
Insanity
He knew he was going insane. It was that stupid she-cat! She had stolen everything from him. His heart. His dignity. His sanity.
She had left him. Now he was all alone, his chest a gaping black hole where his heart used to be. Every time he saw her with him... It was too much to bear. He glared at his paws. Why did everyone but him find somebody to love?
Slowly, the tom got up from his nest of moss and feathers. He would get her back... He just needed to have a plan. He walked out of the warrior's den, relishing in the sunlight. He walked over to the fresh-kill pile, glaring at the tom he used to call friend.
He crouched down, grabbing a squirrel in between his jaws, imagining it was the flesh of his former lover. He tore at it angrily, ripping the fur and flesh off of the poor creature.
Suddenly, he realized what he was doing. He looked at the bloody mess beneath his paws and shuddered, standing up. Suddenly, he wasn't so hungry anymore.
He stood again, making his way towards the camp exit. He needed to was the blood off his paws before some cat saw. He finally made it to a stream, bending down to wash his paws. The blood came off quickly, and he dipped his muzzle on for a quick drink.
Then, a vision came to him. He was drowning, and he felt teeth sink into his neck. He looked up to see a black cat who looked like a demon. Her green eyes where ablaze, and she had her fangs clamped in his neck.
"This is what you get, Ashfur!"
She cried, drowning him in the water once more.
Ashfur snapped to consciousness, gasping and tears streaming down his face. Was that how he would die? He recognized that black she cat as Hollykit, one of Squirrelflight's dumb kits. He had to do something about her.
Before she got to him.