Disclaimer: I do NOT own Warriors. It belongs to Erin Hunter.
'Thoughts' Dreams Memories
Sandpaw writhed and bucked wildly, it didn't take long to dislodge her attacker. Her opponent hissed as they were thrown and Sandpaw soon saw it was the little kit. Said kitten glared at her, fangs bared and claws out, Sandpaw felt that was was something different about her though she looked the same skin and bones cat.
The demon let out another hiss, slowly slinking to the side and Sandpaw followed her movements, keeping on guard. With a demon, even one as malnourished and weak as her, to lower meant a slow, painful death.
However, the demon suddenly stopped, sat down and began licking her left fore-paw but the glare remained and Sandpaw could sense the aggression still hanging in the air.
"What do you want, murderer?" the smaller she-kit growled, every word dripping with distrust and hatred.
Sandpaw's fur bristled at that and she couldn't stop herself from baring her fangs, her ears flattening. "I'm not a murderer!"
"You killed Jake! You killed my father! Why come back here, looking for me, if you didn't want to finish the job and kill me too?" the tiny molly shot back, standing to her full height, which wasn't much but Sandpaw couldn't help taking a step back.
"I didn't kill Jake, he saved my life when I was just a kit! I came here to ask you if you saw what happened." Sandpaw shook her head, the knowledge that Jake, her savior, was dead still weighed on her, and she lowered her head. "He was so strong, something had to have happened. Jake wouldn't...he couldn't have died so easy!"
However, the fire colored kit wasn't moved and snarled, looking like she was about to pounce again. "So you say, hiding in the dark like a coward, you struck my father down from behind. But I'm not like you, I'll tear you apart facing you, Jake will have his revenge through me!"
Her words seemed to wake up Sandpaw and she just nearly dodged the young one's claw swipe, she wasn't so lucky the next time and received a gash on her muzzle. Sandpaw winced but she barely had time to truly agonize over this pain before she felt her right cheek burning followed by the sticky wetness of blood dripping from it.
Shaking her head, the dark striped cat lunged at her attacker who merely jumped higher and landed hard on her, knocking the wind from the Clan cat. This was followed by a harsh bite on her shoulder and Sandpaw yowled with pain, it only became louder when the demon's claws ripped into her back.
There was no way she could win, no forget about winning, she just wanted to make it out alive! Legs shaking and eyes wide with fear, Sandpaw forced herself to her paws and dashed forward, she felt the kit let go but heard paws thudding behind her.
Pain laced through her as she felt her tail being bitten right before her haunches were torn into. The ginger molly tried to get the demon off with multiple claw swipes but thought her blood was being spilled, the demon refused to stop.
The horrible realization then set in, she was in the same situation like when she was a kit...but this time, no one was going to save her. Jake was dead and her Clanmates didn't know she was out here. She was going to die, thought of as a murderer to the one who saved her life. She was going to die and it would her own fault.
Suddenly, she felt the weight of the demon leave her and with nothing left in her, Sandpaw collapsed, barely catching the scent of ThunderClan. She tried to raise her head to see who it was but her vision was already clouding and soon she fainted from blood loss. The ThunderClan cat looked down on her torn and bleeding body before focusing on the demon just as she was regaining herself and about to attack.
However that chance never came as the ThunderClan cat lunged foward, jaws opened wide and clamped them down around the kit's neck. There was a sickening crunch before the fire furred demon suddenly went limp, a spray of blood coming from the horrible wound on her throat.
The ThunderClan cat then turned, still holding the kit and maneuvered Sandpaw onto their back and carried both mollies towards the camp, their pace not even remotely hindered from the excess weight they were carrying.
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Sandpaw woke up groaning, every part of her body feeling like it was on fire. The pale flame molly weakly raised her head, and hissed immediately. A new blaze of fire rippled through her and she whimpered, putting her head back down.
A few seconds later, a tortoiseshell molly was at her side, gently nudging her and licking her uninjured shoulder. "How are you feeling?" her sweet voice asked, her tone low but calming. "You've been asleep for two days, you've lost a lot of blood. Whitestorm was worried sick about you. What did you think you were doing, taking on that demon by yourself?" here the voice sharpened slightly in angry concern, and the tortoiseshell flattened her ears. "You couldn't have been killed! And for what?"
"I...I needed to know...what happened to Jake." Sandpaw answered slowly, her whole body shaking with the effort. "That kit...she is his daughter...she thought...I killed him."
The tortoiseshell snorted at that and looked over to where another cat was lying motionless. The fire kit. Narrowing her eyes, the older molly shook her head and settled next to Sandpaw licking her cheek.
"Well, I'm sure you'll heed the word of your leader from now on. Rest now, your body is going to take a long while to recover. Rest now, rest now."
Her voice was like a welcome drone to Sandpaw and soon she closed her eyes, drifting back off to sleep. A soon as she was able to, the pretty molly got to her paws and walked over to the motionless fire colored kit. Then without hesitation or any remorse, she bit into the kit's shoulder, before easily dodging out of the way when she yowled and tried swiping at her.
"I'm Spottedleaf," the colorful female said, licking the blood from her lips. The small kit glared at her while shaking her head, groaning with pain as her throat burned with pain as did her shoulder.
"I don't care who you are, I'm going to-" the kit began, staring at Spottedleaf right in the eyes, even this young the demons' power to entrance and ensnare others with their was strong. But Spottedleaf stared back, unaffected, her own eyes reflecting boredom and underneath that...smugness? That caught the kit off guard and her muzzled clamped shut. She narrowed her eyes and leaned into Spottedleaf, but the molly didn't move, she only flexed her unsheathed claws, as if daring the kit to try something.
"...You...you're a-" the kit began, her fur rising in some undetermined emotion, her eyes wide. Spottedleaf gave a smug smirk, it was weird seeing it on such a pretty face.
"Yes, though not as much as you." she muttered softly, still looking smug. The kit's eyes widened even more at that she suddenly lunged forward, baring her fangs. However, much like before Spottedleaf bit down on the small babe and drove her fangs in deep into her neck. The small demon gasped and choked until her eyes rolled up into her head and she once again went limp.
Spottedleaf dropped her into her her nest before placing her paw in her wounded shoulder, pressing her claws in. "I may not be fully one, but I am more than enough to defend my Clan against the likes of you. And the ones that lurk in the shadows." she growled softly, her eyes glittering resolutely. In her left eye, among the amber were flecks of green.
