Wind tore at her fur as she ran. As she ran like a coward. Fernpaw's heart raced as she pounded along, paw steps increasing in pace untill she was at a full out lope.
Fernpaw yowled her grief to the sky. Almost as in responce, lightning struck, blasting her ears with the boom of the thunder. She trust her head forward and propelled herself of the ground, flying at a nearby tree.
After that fateful battle, she had been the last one standing. No more enemies. But everyone else in her clan had fallen. Petalclan was no more. Birchclan would definatly be looking for her. They would follow her scent. She just knew it.
She rested in an old squirrel hollow. It was a tight fit, but it would do. Maybe for a night, not any longer. The rain pattered outside, and thunder pounded like an invisable drum. A sound in the bushes startled her. Fernpaw unsheathed her claws and pressed herself farther back.
An unwelcome farmilliar scent floated to her. Birchclan had followed her, just as she knew they would. A brown tabby stepped out of the undergrowth, followed by a petite looking silver she-cat. "Foxdung!" spat the tom, "I lost the scent!" Fools! Fernpaw silently jeered. I'm right here! Come get me! Or I'll get you!
Fernpaw screeched wildly, flinging herself at the silver she-cat. "What in th-" she yowled, cut of by Fernpaw slashing her throat. If they weren't afraid to kill, she wasn't going to hesitate. The she-cat gurgled, blood pooling around her. She thrashed her legs and lifted her head to get it out of the crimson liquid. Her head dropped and her legs stilled. She was dead.
The tom shot a horrified glance to his compainion before turning to Fernpaw. His eyes darkend dangerously. "You killed her!" he schreeched, "You killed her and her unborn kits! They had no chance!" Fernpaw has taken aback. She hadn't noticed the bulge on the she-cat's soft belly fur.
She smirked and slid forward. "What do you think you deserve!" she screamed, "My mother died protecting her kits! Your friend here was going to kill me! Right next to you!", his gaze dropped. "She wasn't my 'friend'!" he pushed his face into hers, eyes narrowed to amber slits, "She was my mate! They forcded her to go!" he yowled, then barreled Fernpaw over.
The light silver she-cat dove sideways, slipping out from under him. She sprang on his head, and tore his ear down to a stump. He yowled in pain. Fernpaw dropped and waited for him to attack her. He got several blows to her soft belly, but she threw herself at his, scoring deep claw marks down his belly. Blood flowed from the wound and Fernpaw lunged for his open throat.
She grasped her powerful jaws around his throat, and clenched them together with all her anger. He dropped like a deadweight and Fernpaw let him fall, unclenching her jaws. Fernpaw narrowed her eyes and smirked. She was evil. She would not stop untill her revenge was relished. Birchclan would fall at her paws.
"I am no longer Fernpaw!" she yowled to the sky, "I am Ferndapple! I shall defeat Birchclan or die trying! Not even Starclan can stop me!"