Macheteclaw dug his way out of the earth with the help of his new strength. Macheteclaw had made a deal with the warriors of the Dark Forest so he would be stronger then ever before. The dark brown tom smiled, he would start his mission soon.
It had been a few sunrises since Brambleclaw was killed and Firestar had to pick a new deputy. It was first thought that Firestar would make Graystripe his deputy again, but the ginger tom had picked Ashfur. It also seemed that Ashfur and Squirrelflight where getting closer since the death of the dark tabby tom.
"Squirrelflight, why don't you lead a hunting patrol. Take Whitewing, Brakenfur, and Lionblaze with you." Ashfur mewed before giving orders for the next border patrol and hunting patrol.
"Alright!" Squirrelflight purred as she left camp with her patrol.
Firestar watched from his spot on high-ledge, his clan seemed to be doing well, but that didn't stop the felling that something was wrong. For that night Spottedleaf had come to speak with him in his dream. She said "A lost warrior is out for revenge." A first Firestar had no idea what she meant, could it be Graystripe? But what would make him want revenge. The flame colored leader thought of Ashfur, he knew that the gray tom was angry that Squirrelflight didn't pick him, but now he seemed to have gotten over it. The uneasy felling grow as he saw Sandstorm walking out of camp, her pale ginger striped tail disappering.
Sandstorm's sharp green eyes looked around, she had been hunting down who ever it was that kill Brambleclaw, but so far she always ended up empty pawed. The pale ginger she-cat almost jumped when she her something move in the undergrowth behind her. Then slow turned around, he eyes landed on a broad shouldered dark brown tabby tom, his face was covered in a mask, but Sandstorm could still see the tom's amber eyes. The tom looked at Sandstorm his head tilt to the side then he stepped foreword, and holding in his paw a sharp two-leg thing. Sandstorm's eyes grow wide with fear as she stepped back, well digging her claws in the earth.
"Stay away!" The pale ginger warrior snarled, her back arced.
But the tom keep coming closer and close till Sandstorm was back up against a tree, ears flat the she beard her teeth at the dark blown tabby tom and swiped a paw at the time, clawing a spot on his chest. Blood spilled out from the wound making the tom stop and look as the blood dripped from his chest the the leafy forest ground. Then he turned his gaze back to Sandstorm, there was no pain in his amber eyes, just the void of darkness. Then lifting his paw the tom toke the twoleg thing and bring it down, putting it right between Sandstorm's ears, killing in a matter of scants. She fell to the grown, the blade still in her head. Blood gusset out of the wound, turning the ground around it a crimseam red. The tom didn't speak as he pulled the blade out of the she-cat's skull, only adding to how fast blood pored out if the wound. Then the tom was gone, the only thing that said he was every there was the dead she-cat he left behind.
Mwahahahahah! More horror storys! And no flaming about how cats can't hold things with there paws! Cause it's a story and anything can happen in storys :I This will also be posted on my quizzaz :P