Blood.

Blood pooling in streams of red.

Blood spilling onto the forest floor

As I gazed with fear

at the dark tabby tom glowering at me.

The blood of my enemies,

running beneath my claws

as BloodClan fights, in all its glory

for battle is our destiny, killing is our nature

but it is too late I am too weak

sticky hot blood dripping from my pelt and claws

as the dark ginger tom stands over me

I have lost the fight.


Author's note: This chapter is really suckish. I coud have done better. :p

Disclaimer: I don't own Scourge. I don't own Warriors either.