Well Sunrise was amazing. I suck at tenses, I'm sorry. I don't own warriors.

Chapter 1

(HollyPOV)

My soft paws, accustomed to forest debris, are getting scratched on the sharp tunnel floor. A trail of blood is marking my path, as I continue to race through the darkness. I couldn't believe it. I couldn't believe any of it at all.

They all lied to me.

My father hated me.

My mother betrayed the warrior code.

It was all lost; my whole way of living had spiraled down a never ending cliff, never to be seen again. Killing Ashfur seemed like such the proper thing, but the way everyone was looking at me at the gathering! Their glares still burned my eyes; I want to escape from all of it. All the troubles…everyone.

I killed him though.

I killed that treacherous, horrid tom.

And I don't regret it.

The three…was I a part of it? Did Starclan kick me out ever since I had that damned cat's blood on my paws? It felt as though nobody wanted me around, I didn't want myself around. I should just perish in this never-ending tunnel.

I wasn't Hollyleaf anymore. I am a monster.

My white whiskers twitched when a drop of water dumped on my head… water? Was there an opening in the stony walls around me? All I know is I wanted to get away from Thunderclan, the place I was proud to call my home. I wanted to keep on running, past the rolling hills and the farm. Past the two-leg nest collection where Sol had stayed. Past the sundrown place where Midnight lived. Past the edge of the world.

I lifted my green gaze to the roof of hell; a small crack had appeared due to the pressure of a storm outside. Was this my way out? I curiously leaped upwards until my claws had scratched the opening; the dirt tumbled away, revealing a small hole big enough for a cat to wriggle through.

Leaping to the sky once more, I hooked the ends of my paws onto the grass that towered over the opening. For a moment I dangled there, supported only by my forearms. I gave a snort and hauled myself over the edge, my pelt becoming scruffy with mud.

My flanks heaved with the effort I had just made, and I soon was collapsing to the ground. The sweet scent of the grass was filling my nostrils, I was already exhausted. Should I await and sleep?

Before my mind could've made a choice or not, slumber crashed over me like a scarlet wave of blood.

(BreezePOV)

"Get out of my territory!" I growled at the Thunderclan smelling lump on my Windclan. I was hunting out alone; I thought the walk could do me well after the shock I had received yesterday. Heatherpaw insisted she should come along, but I managed to slink out when she wasn't watching.

I had needed think things through; my father had mated with a medicine cat from another clan. He tried convinced Mother and I that his feelings for Leafpool were gone, but how can he expect me to let it go when the proof that he had once loved her, was now probably sleeping in a den in Thunderclan!

The black lump of fur twitched, and raised a triangular head. Its green eyes felt like they were piercing through my amber ones, as the cat rose to its feet and begun to bristle. Why was it bristling at me, when it was in my territory?

I lunged at it anyways, unsheathing my claws halfway through the jump. The intruder shall get what they deserve, a punishment for taking a step over our borders. The fur on its haunches rose and it gave me such a stare, I landed on the ground; not even sinking my claws in its fur.

Its glare was murderous. There was so much hatred in the one look it had shot me, it felt as though ice cold teeth were piercing my heart. I couldn't even tell who the cat was; the mud that plastered its fur was blocking the identity.

The cat dived at me, and placed it paws on my chest so I came tumbling to the ground under its clutches. But that was the least of my worries, I couldn't believe who the cat was; Hollyleaf.

I remembered her from the journey to the mountains, and from the escapade in the tunnels. No matter how hard I tried to show resentment towards her, I always considered her as friend. But the way she's staring at me…

"CONSIDER YOURSELF LUCKY!" she yowled in my face, a look of madness seemed to have blinded her emerald pupils. I was bewildered, why should I consider myself lucky when I'm in this position? I desperately tried to push her off of me, but she only shifted her weight on her forepaws, making it even harder for me to wriggle out.

"Get off of me, you piece of Foxdung!" I screeched, friend or foe, I wasn't going to let a cat step all over me. Hollyleaf clearly didn't make a move, so I lunged for her shoulder; I was going to drag her off.

Her heavy paw knocked me face away, and used it keep my cheek facing the mud. I felt humiliated, how was she beating me so easily? Why couldn't I fight her? Was it the insanity I saw on her face that was driving her into doing this?

"CROWFEATHER WANTS YOU! WELL HE DOESN'T EVEN WANT ANYTHING TO DO WITH ME!" she yelled, sinking her claws into my fur. I hissed in pain, waiting for the arrival of death as she brought her teeth down to my throat.

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