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.
