A/N: I do not own the Warriors series, Erin Hunter does.
The Ground Runs Red Pt:2
He didn't know how far into the forest he had gone. He was tired and the wounds he had didn't help either. His vision started to blur and his head spun. He hit the ground and everything went dark.
"Help me" cried one cat as another laid on top of her. He tried to rush over to the she-cat but it was too late. The cat on top slowly bit into her neck and killed her. As the cat pulled it's teeth out of the she-cats neck, it smiled and blood poured out of it's mouth. It was dark again but in the darkness he could see the cat's eyes and teeth. His teeth was stained with the blood of his family. He had killed his family and was smiling about it. He turned away to run but the cat pounced. The cat bared it's teeth once more to show the blood-stained teeth and he bit down
The cat woke with a scream, it was just a nightmare. He sighed and got up off the forest floor and kept walking. It was night now, he didn't know how long he had been out. Suddenly he heard a rustling in the bushes and two cat came out. He recognized them from the attack. " Well, well, well, you're the cat that killed our best fighter, well, your going to pay for that slowly, like your family." He felt rage spark up as the two cats mentioned his family. He looked at them dead in the eyes and pounced.
Somehow he had landed on one of the cats back and dragged him down. His death was instant yet satisfying. He looked up at the other cat as blood started to drip down from his mouth. "You go tell your leader that I'm coming for him, one way or another." The other cat ran away franticly as he got up. He looked down at the dead body, he felt good about killed that cat. He felt that the urge for revenge was slightly eased but it was still there, full force. He spit the blood out of his mouth and continued walking into the forest. He eventually came across what looked to be an entrance of some sort. He tried to get closer to see what it is but four cat came out and formed a row blocking the entrance. He got low and hissed but his vision blurred again and he started to fall to the forest floor again. "No" he thought, "not again, I don't even know who these cats are." It didn't matter, he was already out. The last thing he remembered was being dragged across the forest floor and through the entrance.
That's chapter two done, in the next chapter this poor little cat will be named so send in your best loner names and the one I pick will be his name in the story.
A big thanks to Issy922 for my first review, it was greatly appreciated Issy.
Also, I'd like to urge you all who read this story to go and read The Legendary Mark's story Empathy of the Cold Hearted. It's simpily not getting the recognition it deserves and she urged me to start writing and her chapters are alot longer then mine.
Well, I'll be off now.
Bye.