I flattened my ears at my attacker, hissing and slashing my claws down the cats face. I felt the blood wash onto my white paw, straining it red. The cat yowled in pain and fled, after I bit at it's tail. I turned around to face my next attacker, a brown tabby, his eyes boring into mine with hate. I growled, fastening my claws in the ground before bringing it back up and slashing them down the cats face.
I felt a sudden weight on my back, claws digging into my shoulders. I tried biting my teeth into the cats legs but I couldn't reach. I went limp, deciding to play dead. The cat gave a nip at my ear, before relaxing his grip. I quickly pushed him off and went to bite his leg.
He yowled and slashed at my face, making me release the grip. I could feel sticky blood run down my face, but that didn't stop me from grabbing the cats scruff and shaking him, hearing him screech. Another cat went to nip at my tail, earning a yowl from me, dropping the cat. The cat ran from the scene while I turned to face the attacker. It was the brown tabby and I could feel a growl rising in my throat.
I went to attack but a voice had stopped me.
"Help! Cloudmist, please help me!" my mate's voice rising from the yowls of attacks. It made me hesitate but another voice rushed for help.
"I need...help!" my leader's voice, Breezestar cried. I narrowed my eyes at his voice before my paw slammed into the side of the tabby face, making him release.
I turned to look at the cats who needed help. My ear flicked in annoyance, why couldn't another cat helped. A purr rose from my throat, this is my chance to be leader. Just leave Breezestar to be picked off, he was on his last life and he had horrible injures so he could just bled out. Cats where piling up on him, scratching, biting, beautiful, but my mate, a mouse-brain couldn't aim his attacks right.
I could help my mate, but what did he do for me? He did nothing, but whine and complain. They were both obstacles in my path, they needed to be wiped out. No one would know that I did it, they would think that no one could save them. They were mouse-brains, but strong warriors, what a clan needed. I turned around before attacking another cat. I could hear the cries of my obstacles, crying for someone to help them.