Eep! I love the way this story is going! Who doesn't like Hollyleaf? She acted all sweet and innocent but on the inside she's WACKO. Yay! Ha ha, reminds me of…me. Review?

Warriors is not mine, if it was then Sol would've been mauled by dogs by now.

Chapter 2

I hissed in pain, waiting for the arrival of death as she brought her teeth down to my throat.

(HollyPOV)

I tasted the metallic flavor of blood, as my thorn sharp teeth sunk into his neck fur. I was so close to ripping his throat out like I did to Ashfur, so close. My mind was urging me on, encouraging me to kill my half-brother. Death was so close, I could almost feel it lingering behind me.

Come on, kill him! He has everything that you wanted! He'll go to StarClan anyways.

If I kill him then I won't go to StarClan.

I hesitated, giving Breezepelt the time to kick me off of him with his powerful hind-legs. I allowed myself to sprawl onto the ground, letting my soft ears scrape against the rough moor grass. Breezepelt hissed infront of me, but I could tell from his eyes that he was wary to attack.

What a pitiful tom. He deserves death.

Does he?

Of course he does, said a part of my mind, it will be easy. Killing Ashfur was easy. You've weakened him anyways.

Shaking the voice away from my head, I sat up and watched my half-brother shoot anxious glances at me as he cleaned his neck wound. My heart plummeted when I observed how much he looked like me, with his night colored fur and same almond shaped eyes. He also tend to twitch his ears when he was nervous, a trait that I shared as well.

"Get out of territory Hollyleaf, if you don't I'll attack you!" Breezepelt yowled, his tail lashing against the grass. He trapped my green gaze with his amber one, and we held it for a moment, until I looked away to clean some mud from in between my toes.

I can now stop caring if I stepped in over a clan's borders. I was now a…a…rogue. My clan kicked me out. No, I kicked myself out. I told my father's and mother's juicy little secret to the whole clan, I gave them what they deserved. I made myself a rogue.

But even though I didn't belong to anyone now, the Warrior Code still echoed itself in my head. It danced around, piercing my heart with thorn-sharp claws with every rule I broke.

I turned to Breezepelt, anger blaring in my mind, "Attack me? Attack me? I pinned you down Breezepaw! I almost killed you. The only reason you're alive right now, is because you're my half-brother!"

I watched as his neck fur rose, and his ears flattened against his head, "My name is Breezepelt, oh dearest sister!" he snapped back, pacing back and forth from where I stood.

We stood there in silence, bristling at each other. Daring each other to attack. It felt like ages past by until finally, I sat down and flicked my tail. Motioning him to come and take a seat by me.

"There's no time to talk Hollyleaf, you are in my territory. Get out." His tone seemed to soften when he realized I was quieting down a bit. My eyes narrowed, when I figured out he still was challenging me.

"Breezepelt. I'm not in ThunderClan anymore. I don't belong to any one. So technically, I'm a rogue. This means technically, I have no idea I'm in a cat's territory and I'm minding my own business." I said in an obvious tone the sounded like he should have known this all along.

Breezepelt let out a frustrated growl and twitched his ears. Finally after what seemed moons, he padded over and hunched his shoulders, watching me intently.

"Why did you try to kill me?" he blurted, I knew that question was bugging him for awhile.

"Why did you try to attack me?" I responded cleverly, trying to veer away from answering his question.

He rolled his amber eyes in annoyance, "Because you were trespassing. Now answer my question or I'll yowl for a patrol."

I glared, he was taking this conversation too lightly. "Fine," I said, cleaning muck away from my whiskers, "alright. I attacked you because I was jealous."

Silence fell over us again, and the musky scent of sheep washed over me. I watched as the walking clouds in the distance were being chased by a black and white dog. The fur along my spine rose, but the smell told me they were too far away.

Breezepelt suddenly jumped up, "Patrol coming! You really have to get out of here!"

I leaped to my paws, though I was a rogue, I really wasn't looking forward to being shredded into pieces by an enemy clan. Wait, former enemy clan.

He touched his nose to mine, and I quickly told him, "Meet me at moon-high," he nodded his head in agreement, and dashed off to join the patrol.

I watched as his muscular legs allowed him to leap over to clan-mates, and a flower of hope bloomed inside of me. Maybe, just maybe this cat will cure the hole that appeared inside of me.

(BPOV)

"Hey!" I called out to them, after rolling in a good patch of garlic to cover Hollyleaf's scent, "wait up!"

The patrol stopped, and watched as I struggled to make my way up the hill. My breathing was extremely short, due to the neck wound. Luckily it had stopped bleeding, but the pain still caused me to stop at some points and pant.

Heathertail dashed over to me, the springy grass allowing her to leap a tail-length each time. Her eyes widened when she saw the wound, and before I could explain myself she immediately began to lap it clean.

"What happened here?" called Ashfoot, almost literally appearing out of nowhere.

Her whiskers twitched when she smelled the tang of blood, looking straight at me she said, "Breezepelt, explain."

Cliffy time! Mwa! That was longer than I intended it to be, oh well! Long chapters are awesome!

This chapter was somewhat…peaceful? Maybe it was because I was listening to Let Go by Frou Frou on repeat, when I was writing this

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Thanks for reading, please review or no chapters for you! Hey that rhymes!