Moonshine

Warriors Drabbles

Part 4-Why didn't you tell me?

Gingerstar14: Man...writing this ruined my happy atitude.

Oh yea, and this takes place before Sunstar, leader before Bluestar...so...it's in the past not future.

The big black tom padded through the undergrowth, blinking as the warm sunlight shone on his pelt. He shook his head and turned toward the shadows, growling in his throat.

ThunderClan territory was nearby, and he scented a patrol. He paused and waited as they padded forward, growling. The first was a dark brown tom, and two ginger-and-black patched she-cats.

"Who are you?" The tom asked. His amber eyes glowed and he took a few paces forward menacingly. The black tom was not daunted.

"You want my name? Scar." His voice was cold and hard. He had a dislike for Clan cats since his mate, Fernheart from ThunderClan had stopped meeting him, never once coming. Seasons later, he roamed the outskits, taking his hate out on all things.

"No Clan?" The dark brown tom asked, lashing his tail.

One of the ginger she-cat murmured, "Rippedfur, this isn't a good idea." She looked worried.

"Nonsence, Sunpelt. You and Gingerfur stay back, and I'll handle this. He's to close for my liking." Rippedfur padded forward, eyes narrowed.

Scar yawned. "Want a fight, little kits?" He bunched his muscles and sprang, knocking Rippedfur off his feet. Rippedfur yowled at feeling claws rake down his back, and teeth in his ear. He flipped around, kicking with his back legs.

Scar reared backward, but Sunpelt leaped onto his back, knocking him backwards. Instantly, all the warriors were on top of him. Unknown to him who it was, Scar took a huge bite of ginger fur and chomped through it.

His teeth met blood and bone. Laughing, he roared, "You can't defeat me!" The three cats watched as Gingerfur died, blood pouring from her thoat as her life poured out of her.

Furious, the two other Clan cats leaped onto Scar, bowling him over. Scar's head struck a rock, and he fell sideways, panting. Rippedfur was about to lunge, but he slipped on blood and fell.

Scar took the advantage and jumped forward, but Sunpelt got in the way. He slammed down on her, breaking her neck. As Rippedfur faced his enemy that had killed his sisters, a look of pure hatred came over him and he leaped.

Scar dodged and as he was about to slam onto Rippedfur a voice called, "Rippedfur, Sunpelt, Gingerfur!" A deep ginger shep-cat padded out of the braken and Scar stared. It was Fernheart.

She stoot still, eyes wide with disbelief. "Do you know these cats?" He asked.

Fernheart growled, "You should." He eyes were like fire, and Scar had to turn away as she announced, "They are your kits."

"You never told me?! Why didn't you tell me?!" Scar roared. He never let Fernheart the chance to explain. He leaped over and with one slash, ripped her open from tail to neck.

Rippedfur stared, then scrambled to his feet and took off. Scar glared after him, pain, hate and fury in his eyes.

Then he let his mate and kits laying in the dust, and padded off, never returning.