The predator cat ran from the dog into a clearing in the forest, turning to face it as it crashed into the clearing.
"Stupid dog! You think you can defeat me?" The predator cat hissed. It leapt onto the dog, catching it in the throat with it's fangs. The dog yelped once, then fell, bleeding, to the ground. Blood soaked into the dirt as the predator cat washed itself clean of blood.
"Now, for the Clans." It hissed as it stalked away into the undergrowth of the dark forest. Stars winked sadly in the sky as the cat dissappeared.
Chapter 1
Two cats walked along beside each other in the forest on RainClan territory.
"Can you smell anything, Lilypaw?" The large male asked.
"Yes, Firestorm," The smaller brown she-cat replied. "RainClan, fresh.. Kittypets, weeks old... Rouge,--"
She was cut off by a vicious hiss, and a cat sprang from the undergrowth. Firestorm's eyes went wide.
"C-Crossblood!" he gasped.
"Yes, remember me, Firestorm?"(Lilypaw- confused!)
"Lilypaw, go tell Robinstar! Get help!"
Lilypaw hesitated, and Crossblood sprang at her. Firestorm leapt in front of his apprentice, stopping the insane she-cat. Lilypaw fled, racing into the undergrowth.
"Crossblood... I never thought you would become..."
"What? Say it."
"A killer."
"You're funny," Crossblood purred.
"What?" Firestorm asked, confused.
"Why do you still love me if my actions disgust you so much?"
"I've been asking myself the same question..." he murmured. "But who said I still do?"
Crossblood yowled, lunging at Firestorm.
*
"Robinstar! Firestorm is fighting a rouge!" Lilypaw panted to her leader. Robinstar laughed.
"Firestorm can handle a rouge. Don't worry." Robinstar mewed.
"I think her name was... Crossblood. Yeah, Crossblood."
Robinstar's eyes flickered with recognition, her fur prickling and rising along her spine.
"Warriors! Crossblood!" Robinstar yowled. Every warrior stood and pricked their ears. "Bramblefire! Hawkfeather, Wildwind, and Coldheart! Come with me! Wildfire, you're in charge of the camp until we return!" Robinstar bent to Lilypaw. "Be prepared for the worst." She whispered, turning and racing out of the camp. Lilypaw shook herself, then followed.
*
When they found Firestorm, he was dead and four kits were near his body. He was covered in scratches and bites, blood matting his fur.
"Bramblefire, Hawkfeather, and Wildwind, follow her trail." Robinstar ordered. The warriors dissapeared into the forest.
Coldheart bent to her mate and pressed her nose into his fur.
"MoonClan, no!" Lilypaw cried, copying Coldheart. (MoonClan=StarClan)
"Lilypaw, Coldheart, I'm sorry." Robinstar mewed. "We've lost a good warrior today."
The kits yowled.
"Sorry Robinstar. She crossed over into SkyClan territory." Wildwind mewed, not even out of breath at all.
"Very good, Wildwind. As it is, we have some things to take care of." Robinstar mewed. A few moments later, Bramblefire and Hawkpelt appeared.
"Nothing," Bramblefire mewed.
"Dang, Wildwind, you run seriously fast!" Hawkpelt panted. Wildwind grinned.
"Thank you, Hawkpelt." She purred.
"We should send two warriors to SkyClan's camp to let them know Crossblood is back," Wildwind suggested.
"Exactly what I was going to say, Wildwind. You and Wildfire can do that once we are finished here."
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