Warriors by the Erin Hunters does not belong to me, Enjoy!
There was a yowl and Cinderpaw was pressed to the stoney ground. "Who are you?" claws pricked her face, drawing blood. "None of your bisness!" she grunted. The other cat hissed, "It is by bisness, this is my territory!" Cinderpaw struggled under his paws, she was certan it was a tom. Pawsteps headed tward them. The cats attention lessend for a moment and she jerked up. "Hey!" the tom stumbled and Cinderpaw got to her paws. The cat was ebony, the shade of black, a shade of black deeper than midnight. He had on foot that was white and a purple collar studded with teeth and stained with blood.
Her moment of destractedness was a mistake. Another black and white tom pinned her, he had a red collar with the same adornments. "I want her alive," the first tom growled. The seconed one nodded, unquestioningly. Why does he not question the other? Who are these rouges? she thought, What do they want from me? The black tom padded up to her, crouching down so he could look into her eyes. The toms eyes were a peircing blue, like ice. "This is a warning, she-cat. STAY OUT OF MY TERRITORY!" Cinderpelt winced muttering, "Starclan help me!" And all went black.