An orange-red tom cat promenaded along a river bank. It's a great day for a walk, he thought as pressed his pelt against the side of another cat. A female.
She was a brown tabby she-cat with golden eyes. She had a huge stomach. She was pregnant. Oh I can't wait till our little kittens arrive! I can't wait to see their little faces, and teach them how to swim. He pondered with a deep throated purr at the thought.
The lush reeds moved as they walked close to the water's surface. The couple paused as the male lifts a paw as he sniffs the air for any signs of intruders.
He was suddenly rolling, a cream she- cat snarling in his face. " Get off our, territory, rogues!" A snarling red young male told them. " You're in Riverclan territory. Leave at once, and we won't have to fight." The cream she-cat growled.
The brown tabby besides him was shivering. How dare they scare my mate like this?! Outrageous! Can't they see she's not a threat? I can see why me, but my mate...the red-orange Tom snarled at the two cats.
Clan cats! Should have guessed it! Always bossing us other cats around! Something needs to be done about it. He shook his head. " You see," He began, pressing down his frozen paw onto the ground.
The cream she-cat stiffened. " We can't leave because this is our home." He explained to her. " Lilyfern, what do we do?" The red, practically still a kitten, Tom questioned.
Fear pulsed from him. What would he be afraid of? Just 'cause we're rogues doesn't mean we want to hurt them.
" Listen here, rogues," Snarled the so-called Lilyfern. " You can't just cruise into Riverclan territory like this. Get out or Hotpaw, and I will force you out of the clans territory!"
Don't let them boss you around! They're just big bullies! With that the red-orange skinny Tom sprung forward, claws unsheathed.
Lilyfern yowled as he bowled into her. Hotpaw sprung at him. I'm outnumbered! He realized, swiping at Hotpaw, making him back up to avoid being scratched.
Do they not see how pregnant and vulnerable my mate is? Maybe they do. Maybe they're just attacking me because I'm not pregnant. I'll show these brutes! Stuck up brats!
He sank his fangs into Lilyfern's throat. The She-cat screeched in pain. Blood spattered the ground. Satisfaction curled inside the tom's belly.
This will show those-
He yowled in pain. He collapsed. A hole was in his neck. Hotpaw stood over him. " You don't ever hurt my mentor again, you savage rogue!"
With that, Hotpaw' claws ripped at his throat. " Help!" He wailed, in a pool of his own blood. Those mangy warrior cats won't get away with this! He thought in rage, seeing spots.
He could hear his mate wailing in the background. " Hotpaw! Enough! We were just suppose to scare them away, not kill them!" Lilyfern scolded. Hotpaw looked away in shame.
" I'm sorry." Hotpaw meowed with guilt in his voice. " Oh ho ho. You will be sorry. You're RiverClan will be sorry! You will regret the day you brutally murdered my mate!" The brown tabby snarled.
With those words, he died. He felt nothing, but the power of the stars. They guided him to the heavens above.