You would expect the night to be silent, peaceful, and calm.
But it was never that way at night here.
No, the night was forever filled with the screams of fury and agony, sounds a claws and teeth ripping through flesh and fur, the splash of blood splattering over the ground.
So much blood...
It was a never-ending stream, a river.
A sea of dead bodies and blood.
So much. So much blood...
But they never stopped, never stopped the fighting, the killing...any of it.
The battles have gone way back, back to the ancient times of the two clans.
BoneClan and DeathClan, the clans that are powered by battle, driven towards the smell of blood.
Their cats were born and raised to fight and kill. Never show mercy, they were told consistently through their kithood.
And they listened, hungrily impatient for their chance to prove to their clan that they were ready. Ready to take lives without hesitation, ready to become mighty, feared warriors, ready to dive into and fearlessly swim in...
The River of Blood.
Hope you guys like it! Might be a bit violent, so beware!
R&R!