"Who are you, tom? Why are you in DeerClan's territory?" The curious voice said emitting from behind me.

I just simply cackled in response, my head turning slowly to face the other cat, whose ginger coat complimented his dark blue eyes. He immediately went pale as soon he saw the horrid evil in front of him; me, beautiful Death.

"None of your business, kit," I growled playfully with a tint of darkness. "Now go away-"

"Y-Your eyes! W-What's wrong with them?!" The tom stuttered.

I sighed, somewhat angry. Who cares if I have red eyes? It's just me, sheesh.

"Rude, much. I just have them because there a part of me, fox-dung" I mumble. The wind suddenly blows, circling us in a cold, breezy embrace. The trees surrounding us bended at the wind's attack, the orange and red leaves dispersing into the air and creating a rain fall made out of leaves. Disgusting. This world is disgusting.

"It's not natural though," the tom cried. He paused to catch his breath, his eyes darting to all places. "You're not natural! You're a dark forest cat, aren't you!?"

"Pitiful kit, no way! Those cats are little voles compared to me." I laughed. This tom was pretty weak-minded, wasn't he? It was nice to twist his mind, even though part of what he said was true.

The tom only backed up, the frightened look in his eyes turning into something a lot more aggressive.

"Well, whatever! Unless you're a true clan cat, you're not allowed here...!"

The tom flew at me with surprising speed, his talon-like claws prepared to scratch fur. Mouse-brain, I thought, I'm far prepared on fighting such a puny an image of the tabby brown tom appeared in my head, still remembering how his claws had pierced my heart. I fringed.

The orange tom scratched my throat in a yowl of fury and claws, barely missing my neck artery because of his confused state of fear and distractedness. How long was I here to have had my body turned into a repulsive mortal shell of a cat? Many moons, I suppose, to have worried about damaging my 'arteries'. Oh, how putrid.

The tom had a look of shock on his as he looked at the somewhat deep scratch he made onto my black fur before free of wounds. I smirked at his incompetence on not even being able to kill me in one blow.

"Apprentice, much?" I chortled. The tom heaved heavily, a sense of anger as he replied.

"Quiet! I'm a warrior! I'm the best one there is!"

I blinked, somewhat surprised on how mouse-brain he sounded. Jeez, warriors today...

"Really? With your so-called skills? Tsk, you are a bragger, aren't you? I bet your whole clan thinks so as well; a bragging kit-like warrior fox-dung!" I spat. This warrior was starting to annoy me...

The tom growled back, the anger in his delicate blue eyes turning even darker. His ginger fur rose on one end and his claws extended, prepared to make another 'mark'.

Suddenly, the tom dashed behind me, catching me by surprise by only a little. I spun around to follow his pace, but him scratching me on the face with full strength as he dashed around me interrupted the process. As he continued to do his little 'circle' around me, his dashes gave him the advantage to do small scars onto my back, flanks, neck and body. I immediately flipped, not used to someone that fast and mortal. Sheesh, I must really be changing after all...

I jerked me body towards and rammed into his, slamming it towards the base of an oak tree. He slammed against it and upon me hearing a couple of his bones break and smash, oh, what a lovely sound; I chomped on the top part of his neck with my teeth and dragged him back to the middle of the clearing. A smearing, thick line of bright crimson blood followed his trail as well as mine, but mine was thinned out and disappearing compared to his 'life-threatening' loss of blood.

I released him from my grasp, dropping him onto the bitter-looking ground and looking at his dead, cold eyes blank staring into me.

I chuckled. "You died to early, kit warrior. You didn't let me even enjoy the kill."

The body there lay silent, like expected.

I growled.

It still stayed still.

It always.

Stayed.

Still.

I growled again, half-hoping that maybe I was wrong; that maybe I didn't kill him. But the proof was staring me right in the eye, telling me to feel how much I 'loved it'... or trying to. You see, I've never killed a cat before; I've only taken their souls away. This... this felt a tiny bit wrong.

"Forget about this, I'm going!" I yowled loudly, briskly walking towards an opening I between two death berry bushes. I looked at the night sky, which was painted with little strokes of white light and a large stroke of 'pretty' colors that have it self a milky sort of look. It must have turned night as soon as our feud started, I thought.

I only left the body there, a cold, dead thing.

A dead thing that was soon to curse me.