He was dead.
I couldn't believe it.
His once stunning sandy fur that caught the rays of the sunlight, shining with a thousand stars, was now stained with blood. It was now horrid to look at. His once bright and excited green eyes were now lifeless and dull, staring back up at me, filled with betrayal. His big paws that had been itching to sink into the enemy's flesh were no longer twitching, nor fighting for life. His claws were still unsheathed, and they had clumps of my ginger fur in them.
My fur.
My blood stained fur. But not my blood, his blood.
I had killed him.
What have I done? I thought, sinking to the ground beside him. It was raining, and my paws struck the wet ground, splashing water everywhere. My whiskers dripping with water, so were my eyes. I was crying, but not for the loss, for the feeling that resided in my stomach. A bad feeling. And I hated it. I didn't mean to hurt anybody, I didn't mean to be a bad cat, but I had done it. I had killed him.
And he was dead. I thought over and over and over in my mind, pressing my soaked face into his water logged fur. He had smelled so good...but now he just smelled like death, blood, and rain. I wrinkled my nose, and a quiet sob escaped my throat. I could hardly hear it over the drumming of the rain overhead. My tail drooped, settling into the mud.
"Oh, Desertpaw, you led yourself to this destiny, you filthy animal," said a voice above me. I glanced up from my former friend, only to find my new friend. If I could even called them that. I didn't know a right from a wrong, I was mislead. But I didn't know that, I hardly knew anything. All I knew is, I couldn't show my face in the Clans again.
"Twistedpaw, let us go now. We shall be thankful if we ever get out of the Clan's territories by the break of dawn," she said.
"But...but...Vinetooth!" I said hurriedly, scrambling to my paws. We were both soaked, and I was freezing, sad, and confused. Had I done the right thing? I had loved Desertpaw deeply, but I could never have told him that. He was already in love with Moonpaw. Moonpaw was beautiful and sleek, her pale fur making her look like she was glowing. I, on the other hand, was a plain ginger with mud brown eyes and lopsided ears.
"Don't 'but' me. You do as you're told, and I command you to leave with me," she ordered. My ears flattened against my wet head, nodding with apprehension. Something bad was to come from this, I knew it. But as I stared into her fierce orange eyes, I knew there was no room for argument. Once she realized she had won, she put on a smug facial expression and whipped around, her flicking tail sending water onto my face. I shook out my fur, but it did no good since more water fell from the sky and onto me again. I sent one last glance towards Desertpaw before turning to follow my mentor.
"Desertpaw, more like Desertedpaw. I never really cared for him, don't you agree?" Vinetooth said, glancing behind her at me. I gave a curt, but regretted, nod. It wasn't true, I loved him so much. My heart felt as if it was being torn in two, I didn't know where my heart lay anymore.
I was lost.