Hey guys! This story is based on role-plays and Erin Hunter's Warriors series. It is about Wolf's time in Bloodclan with her mate, Scourge.
The gray tabby sat, crouched over, staring at her white paws. She was lost in that horrible memory, repeating in her mind. Over and over again, filling her with sadness and anger.
She stood in front of her beloved Scourge after he called her over. She could hardly see his black pelt in the shadows of the twoleg nest, sitting on the thing the twolegs put crow food in. She could make out his white paw, and his icy blue eyes. She could see a rare emotion in his eyes, nervousness. This made the striped she cat tilt her head in confusion. Then he spoke "Wolf, I think we should see other cats..."
"What?" horror and heart break froze her still. Scourge was everything to Wolf! "I just," He paused to collect his words, when Wolf is in a state like this even Scourge has to be careful, "don't think we were meant to be."
" We belong together! You are there for me and I am there for you! I choose you over my own sister and now you are telling me you chose some other cat over me?"
She was ready to just collapse. " I have always loved you and I always will!" Scourge refused to make any eye contact with her. Hurt formed a new feeling which quickly replace the shock. Her eyes glared at him and her tail puffed up. Her voice was dark and sent shivers down Scourge's spine. "I swear Scourge, no matter what you say or do, I will kill every mate you will ever have!" As she walked away, she could tell Scourge was debating whether Wolf meant what she said or not.
As wolf sat, the black fur along her spine spiked like quills, the pain of her memories fueled the hate that spread through her like wild fire. Her claws, that looked unshielded, grew longer, sharper, and hooked into the ground. Her amber eyes turned to slits. Wolf had enough and got up, she needed revenge and would do whatever it took.
She sat across the clearing from Scourge and the pretty orange tabby. Wolf glared at them as they laughed and talked. She waited with her ears perked, then she heard Scourge say goodbye. As the she cat walked away and down a dark ally, Wolf followed slowly behind. The she cat turned around and saw Wolf watching her. "Wolf, what are you doing?" She didn't reply, just walked closer and closer. The she cat then noticed her claws where out and her eyes where full of pure hate, heart broken, cold blooded hate. The she cat found herself against the wall, no where to run. Wolf stood over the cowering cat in front of her, the she cat was bigger, but was as weak as a kittypet. This would be over quick. "Wolf? Wolf, what are you doing? Why are you acting like this?" Her voice was shaky and her innocent green eyes were swelling with tears. "Wolf, please! Stop!" She was getting bored of this tabby's useless begging. Everything turned into a blur after Wolf swiped her claws into the she cat's neck. She felt the familiar feeling of warm blood on her now red paw. The walls around them were splattered with red. Her ears ringed with the horrified screech that was quickly silenced. The she cat fell, her blood poured from her gashed neck, the missing fur and flesh in Wolf's claws and on the hard, cold ground. The red blood poured onto the ground and soaked Wolf's paws and the she cat's pelt. Wolf walked away, she grinned, though she knew this was only the beginning.