Blood's Only Love

It was the red moon for rouges. A time where rouges came together once a night, to discuss the happening of the forest's. Kind of like a gathering for clan cats, but this is different. All of the rouges meet under one high leader that usually changes each time, this year, it was Demon. Demon was a ruthless bloodthirsty cat that often tortured others. His henchmen, Killer, Fang, and Terror. They floated around Demon worshiping the ground he walked on. Terror and Killer had a curious gleam to their eyes, as if they were hardly living, like puppets at Demon's paws.

Today was no different, Blood, a grey tom with amber eyes was padding through the undergrowth, near Moonclan's camp. He was spying, for Demon of course. He really didn't like the high leader, but even with his point of power, there was nothing he could do about it. Just then a calico she-cat padded through the entrance, the sunlight lighting up her beautiful multi colored fur. Blood pricked his ears with interest and skillfully followed her through the trees, down to the lake. She sat down and dipped one paw in the water scooping out a fish. Blood had seen enough; he was in love, for the first time he felt warmth flooding through his body, this feeling unusual for the aggressive tom.

He stepped out and mewed, "What do we have here?" his amber eyes sparkled with kindness. Not all rouges were mean heartless cats, this one could have passed as a clan cat.

The she-cat sprang up, her claws unsheathed, "Who are you?" she spat, glaring at him.

"I'm Blood, a rouge," he replied, "I suppose your going to chase me off now huh?" he sat down, tail wrapping neatly around his paws.

The she-cat glared at him suspiciously, "Why would I do that? I have no reason to." she mewed, siting down a safe distance from him.

"Usually clan cats don't give a tom time to explain before they drive him off, leaving him with a few fatal injuries." he pointed out.

The she-cat laughed, she obviously thought he was joking; but he wasn't. "I'm Peachpelt," she mewed, "I'm a warrior of Moonclan."

Blood nodded, still wondering why this she-cat wasn't attacking him. She continued, "I have a sister, Lillypad. My father's Snowclaw, the deputy, and my mother is head queen, she's Tanglepath."

Blood mewed, "Why are you telling me all of this?" his voice with an icy edge to it. He was actually enjoying it, though. He liked the pretty she-cat, although he wouldn't admit those feelings. He knew it was impossible for a clan cat to be mates with a rouge. If she even liked him, that is.

Isn't it?