Sorry the last chapter was pretty short. I promise that from now on each chapter will be at least 1,000 words. Please Comment and review!
"Please don't hurt me!" Rock squeeked.
"Oh yeah? Who's going to stop me? A little kit like you?" He spat in Rock's face.
Rock felt fury wash over him like a wave. It was clouding his mind, his only thoughts were that he had to kill this cat. That is what scared Rock the most, the sense of violence. Rock leaped at the tom, the forest blurred into a mixture of green and brown.
He rushed into the cat, but the other tom saw it coming. He sidestep, laughing at Rock.
"Don't fight battles you can't win, little kit."
Little am I? I'll show him little!
The fury was still engulfing him, and it showed itself in every breathe he took.
He was about to leap again when the tom decided to act first, his ungroomed pelt slamming into Rock. Pain shot through his back paw. He had sprained it. The tom grabbed him by the neck and bit down, hard. How ever, the bite only ripped his pelt a tiny bit and no skin was broken. Rock pretended to be defeated, and he went limp. His whole body screamed in protest as he suddenly slammed upwards, towards the tom's upper jaw. Rock heard a sickening crunch. He looked over at the tom. Blood was gushing from his nose and mouth. His eyes narrowed in anger, before he dashed away. Rock needed to get back home. The sun was setting.
How long have I been here?
His paw ached as he limped towards the forest, pain shooting through his leg and slowing his pace. By the time he arrived at camp, the moon was well up into the sky.
"Rock! What happened to you! Oh no! Your pelt! Why is it covered in blood?"
Rock groaned as his mother frantically licked him over.
"It's not my blood first of all. Second of all, some stupid rogue attacked me!"
"What!" His mother was shocked. By now other cats were begining to come into the clearing.
They were muttering, most likely saying that Rock just had a nightmare, and it was nothing to worry about. Rock bristled in anger, before turning back to his mother.
"I was at the clearing, and he attacked me!" Rock repeated.
"I'll tell PoolDrinker. He can tell the other PoolDrinkers to watch out for this cat,"
"No need to tell me anything, since I saw the whole thing," came a calm, smooth voice.
The cats bowed to the golden cat in front of them. Rock followed suit.
"You were there?" Rock's mother asked as she stood back up.
"Yes Lily, I was." PoolDrinker replied.
"But you did nothing?" Lily asked slowly.
"I wanted to see if Rock could handle himself, and he did. He actually fought better than some of the older cats, so it is with great honor that I allow him to leave camp in order to hunt for the tribe, and may the Tribe of Endless life watch over him," PoolDrinker finished.
The other cats cheered, but Rock wasn't so happy.
What had happened to me? He wondered. What if I lose control and kill my own kin.
He was not sleeping in the Birthing-Den that night, for he was a hunter. The hunter den was made of woven brambles in front of a cave in the stone. Several others were already in their by the time he arrived. He picked a spot in the far corner to sleep. He brough some moss and grass to make his nest. It was comfortable, but he longed for the warmth of his litter mate and mother.
Rock woke up to dazzling light. He wasn't in his den anymore, but he was in a land of rolling hills and prey rich air.
Where am I? He thought.
"Welcome to the Tribe of Endless Life," A soft, warm, female voice said.
"Am I dead?" Rock asked frightfully.
The she-cat purred in amusement. "No Rock, you are not dead," she muttered something after, too low for Rock to detect.
"Then why am I here?" He asked.
"The time of the tribes is coming to an end. There will be others, but you will not live with each other anymore."
"What? But why are you telling me this?"
"Because, you have a destiney ahead of you," she replied simply.
"Why me? What have I done wrong?" Rock cried.
"I say only this to you Rock. Strength is a gift, but it can also destroy. Beware your strength, for it may be your downfall."