I blink slowly, my amber eyes shifting from one cat to the next as the battle reaged on. Yowls from both pain-from the claws and fangs of an enemy cat ripping flesh-and joy-from watching a crow-food eating rouge flee, rang my in ears. Cats hissed and spat cruse as the rouges attacked the without mercy.
My gleaming silver claws dug into the grainy ground. They dare attack us! I silently yowl in my mind, rage burning deep in my heart. I'm a loyal BrambleClan warrior! Err... Deputy. I remind myself.I swiftly and carefully scan the area, taking in the battle that raged around me.
Someting-or someone, to be exact-catches my eyes. A flash of ginger. Then white followed by a patch of pitch black. Patchheart! My heart flutters with joy as I spot the pelt of my beloved mate.
My ears press onto my head. A blur of black darts to my beloved Patchheart. A rouge? A flash of rage lights in me as I leap to my mates aid. Powered by rage and fear alone, I sprint across the blood stained moors, claws out.
I skid around warriors and rouges, who spat at me, one saying: "What even gives you the right to own these parts of the forest, anyway?"
I nearly snarl back my reply. "The fact that this is our home! Is that reason enough?" My voice is laced with venom, deadlier than a snake's.
"Goldenclaw!" A yowl alerts me. My head shoots up, looking for him. I soon identify the ginger tabby pelt of my leader. Blazestar?! I can do nothing but stare as a cat leaps on his back, pinning him to the ground, hopeless, in a heartbeat. A sinking feeling grows in my heart.
He on his last life. I remember, flinching inwardly. If he dies... I'm next in line, as his deputy. I look at Patchheart, hoping she'll know I'm sorry. I had never really wanted to be deputy, or leader.
"I'm sorry." I new softly, as I yowl, digging my claws into the cat that dared to lay a claw on my leader. I'm sorry.
I didn't know what happened next, because the next thing I knew, something wet splashed on my paw. The dull, souless, amber eyes on Blazestar, my leader, the cat who I was to follow without question, was laying on the ground. Dead. I could see my face in his eyes reflection. Blood stained. Hate, fading the horror in my eyes.
On his neck, was a long bloody wound. Made from claws. A wound made by his killer.
My paws, normally white as snow, were now a dark crimson color. The color of blood.
Patchheart, my beloved mate, my friend, lay dead, lifeless on the earth. What... Happened? I don't remember...
"I was expecting our kits, dear Goldenclaw."
"A few strong... Kits to serve... B-bram-amble...Clan."
Patchheart... Why... Did y-you battle then? You...
"B-blaz...e-s-star said...it would...b-be safe..."
He was wrong. Wrong. W-who killed him?
"I'll get revenge."
"IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!"
With a slash of my deadly claws, it had been over. My claw ripped through his neck easily, I was unstoppable, splattering thick blood all over my pelt. Rage had tooken over, I couldn't stand it. To never see her perfect fur.
But... Killing my leader? That's not like me.
I don't understand...