A/N: Sorry for not posting over Thanksgiving break or for the last week really, I think I'm getting lazy again.

Whitewing's bloody body was on the ground; lifeless. The clan cats were silent, yet so were the rouges. They were in disbelief that their leader had already trained a cat to protect her and for the young kit be so accepting of it.

Bloodpaw leapt down to her mother's dead body, "This cat looks familiar…" She couldn't see that it was her mother. "Hollystar, you said that drinking the blood was okay; what about the flesh?" She dipped her head to lap up some blood.

This made Hollystar extremely pleased. "It is fine, the rouges and I do it all the time." Bloodpaw had truly become Hollystar's apprentice.

…Far away in a distant forest…

I wonder where I am. Brambleclaw thought. He had been traveling for days, without the slightest clue on how to get back to the clans. I wish Starclan would help me a little.

In all reality he hadn't gone that far from the clans, yet on his return he had actually brought himself farther away.

I wonder how many cats are left… A mouse scuttled under a leaf nearby. Mouse seems good for lunch.

He followed his nose until he saw the mouse, then he got into the hunters crouch. He slowly crept up on it and…CRACK! Behind him, a stick was snapped.

Immediately Bramble turned to look at where the sound had come from, abandoning the mouse. He was to slow to avoid the cat that streaked towards him. It quickly knocked him off his feet and pounced on him.

"What are you doing in my territory?" The cat screeched at him.

"I'm sorry, but I'm just trying to find my way home." Brambleclaw responded.

"LIES! I don't believe you. Sorry, but you won't make it home." The tom raised his paw, claws unsheathed, about to slash downwards. Brambleclaw took advantage of him only being on three paws. He used his own paw to unbalance the maniacal feline and quickly got up. He charged and then feinted to the left. He knocked the cat to the ground and then leapt on top of him, and acted as if he was going to give the death blow.

"Who are you?" He asked. "Answer me!"

"I am Comte de Massacre, as the cats near here have come to call me."

"Why would you kill a cat, for stepping on your unmarked territory?"

"What would you know of marking territories?" Massacre spat.

"I am from the clans, I should know better than anyone."

The second he said clans, the count immediately shrank back; fear in his eyes.

"T-the clans?" He said, his fear very visible.

"Yes, what happens to be wrong with the clans?" Why do all cats think the clans are horrible?

"I've horrible things about them; they kill other cats all the time and then they eat them!"

"We live by a code," Brambleclaw explained, "One of our laws is that no cat can murder another. We do not eat other cats; we simply hunt for ourselves."

The counts fear slunk away from him and he regained his stature, "I assume this is why you were able to escape me?"

"Yes," Brambleclaw moved to let him go.

Comte de Massacre immediately moved back and got up, "You seriously are just going to let me go? After I tried to kill you?"

"As is part of the code; I will not kill another cat."

The count seemed more lenient, now that he knew he could not be bested in a fair fight. "I now give you my respect. You may pass through my territory anytime…err, what did you say your name was?"

"I didn't, it's Brambleclaw. Anyway why are you so afraid of the clans?"

"Well, that was a long time ago, in a place far far away…"