Author's Note: Woo, another chapter! Don't forget to review and send in OC's! I'd love it!


Chapter 7

The cats in the clearing paused what they were doing and stared at the thick pelted black cat slipping through the hole in the fence. Night almost shivered in the presence of such malicious cats, but kept his body still in case they saw. He thrust his way into the middle of the circle, where Patch and Whiskers were.

"Don't hurt these cats."

Fang hissed loudly, shoving through the cats to come nose to nose with Night. "You're the cat who turned on BloodClan in the battle for the forest!" He looked at the group of cats. "You know what to do with traitors like these!"

Night backed up, drawing nearer to Black and Fidel. They growled at him, and Fidel stopped torturing Whiskers to stalk up to Night and bare his teeth at him. "He's mine."

Fang growled, not turning away from Night to answer Fidel. "No. He's mine. This traitor is mine!"

He darted underneath Night and kicked him from underneath, throwing him offbalance. He then pinned Night down and thrust his muzzle an inch away from Night's and spit in his face. Night turned away, disgusted. He flayed his hind legs across Fang's and scrambled out from underneath him until he could successfully escape from his grasp and turned on him.

The two cats simultaneously leaped up, paw to paw, and wrestled on the ground. Patch and Whiskers watched nearby, and Whiskers growled. She muttered something to Patch and pounced on Fang in the middle of the fight, screeching at him in fury. Fang, overcome by suprise, quickly scrambled to his paws and recoiled, the two cats seeming to be too much of a fight for him.

He flattened his ears at them and lunged forward, giving Night a quick slash on the ear before giving him a twisted expression and screeching at the BloodClan cats, "Attack!"

Night cast a panicked look towards Patch and Whiskers as half of the cats that had been in the battle for the forest made a move for him. He twisted backwards and searched for the hole that had been his entrance. He found it quickly and squeezed through it just in time for a BloodClan cat to barely miss his tail.

He kept running, seeing no clear passage to safety. As he sped through the seemingly endless twoleg place, he heard the pounding of many cats barely a tail-length behind him.

He felt sick of running. He felt sick of being chased. Above all, he felt sick of being an outcast. His paws flew over the ground, but his shoulders seemed weighted with burden. It appeared to him as if the battle was many moons ago, and he was the mouse being chased back to his hole. Night suddenly found himself wondering if he made the right choice in battling against his Clan.

Don't think like that, he told himself. You did the right thing. Still, he couldn't help wondering if things would be different if he hadn't.

BloodClan's pawsteps seemed to be further and further away until they faded completely into the distance. Night slowed his own down to a stop and stole a glance behind him; BloodClan was gone. He felt a rush of relief, but it didn't last as he looked around him. Where were Patch and Whiskers?

Night turned around and cautiously walked back to the twoleg place where the secret meeting was held, aware that the BloodClan cats could be around anywhere. As he walked, he tried to catch their scent, but the only thing to could taste in his mouth was the overwhelming stench of BloodClan.

Finally, after seemingly endless walking, he came to the dreaded fence. He scented the air, looking for signs of BloodClan, but the scent that they left was stale. He padded towards the hole in the fence, careful of what he might find.

Night squeezed his body through the hole and looked at the scene before him. The wind seemed to make it all the more eerie, and the moonlight cast its light on the outlines of two cats. One was Whiskers, who was bent over a cat's still body in grief.

The body was Patch's.


Oh no! Poor Patch. :'[ Oh well...I'm sure we haven't seen the last of him... -hinthint-