Running Away
Prologue
I raised my reinforced claws and brought them down into the clan cat's neck. I felt the flesh tearing under my claws, and purred with delight as I saw the tom flounder for breath as blood poured from his mouth and he suddenly froze, eyes glazed over.
I circled him for a moment and took in the sweet scent of blood, something that I've been raised to enjoy.
Then I saw him. Scourge. My leader. My mate. He was fighting a large ginger tom, and I couldn't help chuckling to myself to how stupid these clan cats were. Did they think they could beat us?
Bloodclan?
We will take over the forest and chase these rats out of their holes, make sure they never come back. I delicately began to lick my paw, watching my mate fight, oblivious to the battle taking place around me.
I watched calmly as Scourge threw out his paw and landed a death blow at the tom's head. The tom went down, stared up at Scourge for a brief second before going still, his eyes glazing over.
I erupted in a purr. It was rough and cold.
My mate saw me and he came padding slowly over to me. It was if he and I were the only ones there. I heard no battle cries, saw no cats tearing at eachother. Just him and his beautiful blue eyes. Those cold, beautiful eyes that seemed to melt every time he saw me, turning warm hearted. He reached me and I bent down a little to touch his nose. True, he was a bit shorter than me but in truth, I didn't really care.
"We'll be happy together after the battle, I promise, "Scourge whispered in my ear before, catapulting himself back into battle. I watched dreamily, but then I heard the heavy paws of a clumsy warrior.
I swung around at the last second and nailed the tom right in the head. My claws were hooked into his head and I slammed him to the ground.
The black tom seemed utterly surprised and I began to rip through his belly, watching him wither in pain. I jumped back for a minute, flat on the ground, ears pinned on my head, my tail waving in the air as the tom struggled sluggishly to get up and made it about a tail-length away before I leaped at him from the side ripping through him. I felt my claws touch bone.
The tom let out a wail of pain and tried to make a run for it. I was faster and I flew in front of him and clawed at his face, forcing him backwards.
The tom was trembling, but I felt no mercy for him, no emotion of guilt or pity.
He was the enemy.
And I was here to destroy him.
I jumped on him, my toothed collar smashing into his face. We tumbled down for a while, and as we came to a stop, I sank my teeth into his scalp, feeling warm blood flowing onto my lower jaw and trickling down my chin.
He tom battered at me with his claws, trying to shake me off. He wasn't getting away. Over my dead body.
Like that was ever going to happen.
I pinned him down, one paw on his throat and raised my other paw, toes and claws separated, prepared to rip through his neck. His eyes pleaded for me to have mercy. I only sneered and raised my paw higher, prepared to strike.
That's when I saw it, in the corner of my eye. Scourge. Fighting… a ginger tom!?
That was impossible! I saw with my own eyes his death, seen the last light of life fade from his eyes. Now he was back.
And the tom was back for vengeance.
He seemed to have power surging through him, power he hadn't had before.
He brought down his paws, raking through Scourge's fur and he somehow managed to pin him down.
My eyes widened, my heart stopped beating, I stopped breathing. I was frozen, my paw still in the air, the black tom still under me.
The ginger tom brought his claws down on Scourge's and I saw my leader struggle for a moment, before going still.
I was frozen there, my paw up in the air.
"Nnnooooooooooo! Noooooooooo!" came the cry, and I realized that it was me wailing. My life seemed to turn upside down and nothing made sense anymore.
Scourge was dead.
