I looked at my nemesis with disgust. The twerp seemed to be scared. He had no right to be upset after what he had done to me. Did he think I wasn't horrified when my mother died? I was supposed to be a good little cat. My mom always said that, wanting to drill it into my head. And I tried. I wanted to be good like my mother asked.
Besides, killing a cat would be hard. Wait, killing? What am I thinking? I could hardly fight when I was being attacked, let alone just kill somebody for revenge. But he killed your mom for no reason at all.
I paced while thinking, completely unsure of what to do. My enemy seemed to think I was just pacing, but I was doing a lot more. He was trying to get himself out of his situation, away from the cave where I had trapped him. Whether or not I liked it, I had been trained as a warrior and I saw straight through him. I mustered up my courage, guilt rushing through my veins, as I lunged at him. I tried to push away the remorse, but it wasn't perfect. I had to do this fast, or I would break.
I landed on his back, exactly as I tried. I scratched and bit, trying to get his neck, but he writhed so anxiously it was impossible. Suddenly, he fell down and let out a pitiful yowl. I was so horrified at what I had done, at how well I had pushed away my emotions, that I hesitated. I stopped biting and went still, thinking about what I was doing.
I had given my rival an opportunity, and he took it. Rolling, he forced me off of him and tackled me, pinning me down. He ridiculed me with venom in his tone. "Did you actually think you could defeat me?" he asked, sneering.
"I thought I stood a chance. I mean, you acted so weak," I replied, trying to sound spiteful. It ended up seeming weak, and I knew that I had broken. "Sorry."
"Why do you think I chose to kill your mother?" he continued, ignoring me. "It was because you were so weak. And good. You're always so perfect. If I put on a little show I knew you would let me win."
"But...Why did you kill my mom and not just me?"
"It's far more fun that way. I get to scar you, have an epic battle, and then destroy you again."
After saying that, he began to claw me. At first the wounds were short and shallow, but they got more severe with each cut. I could feel my life draining from me, and I tried to get him off. I moved and writhed, trying to force him off, but he was too strong. As I saw StarClan coming to get me, I uttered my last words. "I'm sorry...mom."