Prologue

"Ah, SnowMuzzle" Hissed The Golden-brown Tabby Tom Acidly. His back was arched defensively And His emerald eye were narrowed.

"Snakefur." Replied his opponent, a much, much larger creature. Her voice was not a smooth meow like Snakefur's, But a low Barking Growl.

"You Know you should not be in WeedClan territory, In fact, you should not be in any territories. What, did you have to come here with you're tail between you're legs? I though you could Hunt for yourself." His mew had an icy tone to it, but a fool could tell it was a blatant challenge.

"Snakefur…No, Don't!"

The voice came from behind him and He whipped around to see the cat that made his Belly Churn with Rage.

"Rusttail, you should not be here."

The Ginger-and-white she-cat took a step forward, her amber eyes confident, not trying to hide her swollen belly.

"I Knew you would do this Snakefur, Please don't! Leave it up to the other warriors, you can't do this alone."

But the tom just rolled his eyes. "You had no right leaving the nursery, Rusttail, Now leave; I can do this on my own."

Before the queen had a chance to answer, The Large white creature Snarled and leapt at the Ginger queen, Her lips pulled back to reveal rows of sharp teeth.

"No!" cried Snakefur, and he launched himself onto the creatures back without any hesitation or forethought. He dug his claws into her coarse white fur and dug his fangs into her scruff, but it was not enough to deter the rampaging beast.

"Rusttail!"

The Beast had narrowly missed the heavy queen, and was now franticly turning to catch up.

"You have no business here!" Snarled Snakefur as He Leapt off her back. "Turn and face me!"

The white She-wolf did as commanded, and turned to the tom. Her Topaz eyes Were filled with bloodlust, and her entire body was supercharged for battle.

"Say goodbye to you're precious queen, Snakefur. You will never see her again."

The wolf Charged directly at the tom, and her met her head on, Leaping Right on to her face, and digging his claw into her muzzle.

She howled with unexpected pan and backed up painfully, Rubbing her muzzle (And Snakefur) On the ground desperately. But Snakefur was no fool, and only dug his Claws in further.

The she-wolf Cried out with a long howl and spun in circles trying desperately to shake the cat from her face.

"Stay…Away…from…Weedclan!" Snarled Snakefur, And He Blindly raised one paw.

It may have been because he raised his paw. It may have been because at that moment, Snowmuzzle Bucked furiously, Forcing the tom to bring his unsheathed claws down hard. Whatever the reason, A moment later Snakefur felt His Claws Collide with her face. But not her fur, Not her Nose, But he had driven his Claw straight into one of her bloodthirsty eyes.

The she-wolf bucked in terrible pain and the tom let himself be thrown off her. He had not meant to do something like this. Scare her off? Yes. Give her battle wounds? Of course. But Blind her? It was not his way.

Snakefur Felt Icy claws Climb his throat as the She-wolf faced him. Her face was bloodied. Disgustingly red against her snowy white fur.

He felt stuck to the spot as the White Wolf charged at him, and by the time he regained his strength, it was far to late. He tried to dash away from her Dagger-teeth, But he was not swift enough. Her teeth enclosed around his back and…