Chapter Three: You have been Warned.

       Automatically I leaped onto Grasseyes' back, digging my claws in and sinking my teeth into his ear. Briarpaw slipped out from underneath him, and then he flipped into his back, squashing me. The breath was driven out of me, and I felt suffocated. I clawed randomly, and claws met fur. Hopefully Grasseyes' but there was no strength behind my blow. I was going to die, I couldn't even breath. My throat was choked with hot fur. My whole life literally flashed before my eyes. What about my purpose? My revenge on the clans? How could I ever settle, where ever I go while Grasseyes had not yet paid for his murder. I bet he even killed before. I thought. Maybe there's more cats who want him dead too. Maybe the rest of the clan was like that too. Except for Briarpaw. I sunk my claws into Grasseyes. Too late, I thought.A dizzying blackness threatened to engulf me, but I fought back on it. But it blew me over until I was falling.. falling... into deeper, darker waters.
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                                                               Briarpaw
  
       I slid out from under Grasseyes, catching my breath in a few heartbeats. How dare he attack me, his own clan-mate? How dare he attack Haze, who was innocent, no matter how much I knew he probably hated the whole clan, including me. I deserved that hate, though. I should have stopped him as soon as I was suspicious of his ambitions. It was all my fault, and I knew it. But I knew it was Grasseyes' fault as well. I sprung, prepared to attack Grasseyes again, knowing even thought he was a traitor, but I'd still betray my clan for attacking him. But it was for the good of the clan.
  This made me freeze, confused. Should I help this rouge I just met, or should I keep my position in the clan and let Grasseyes handle him? I didn't know. Haze's eyes blazed as he dug his claws into Grasseyes spine.
   Don't kill him! Yet... I begged silently. I wondered if Haze beat Grasseyes, would he come after me next? So his revenge can be completely satisfied?  I hoped not. Or maybe I did. I couldn't think straight as I watched Grasseyes flip onto his back, crushing Haze. I braced myself to hear a crack, but none came. Though the dark grey cat held him down, choking him. Suddenly something pinned me down from behind. I recognized the white and grey fur of Prickleflower, and a struggled from her grasp, clawing her as much as I could. Prickleflower winced, but her grip on me was too tight. I could barely crane my neck to see what was happening to Haze, but as soon I found a glimpse of his black fur, Prickleflower's paw pushed my head down, forcing me to watch as Haze went limp. His eyes rolled, and Grasseyes got off him.
   I snarled in rage, clawing both of of Prickleflower's paws that were holding me down and she let go. I whirled around, my eyes gleaming with hate. Grasseyes was shocked, and took a step backward. He looked at Pricklenose as if to say. 'It's not even worth it.' I bared my teeth, taking a pace forward, a warning. But he bared his teeth as well. "You've been warned what happens if you speak out against me." he growled. "Don't even think of coming back to the clan now, your going to be a traitor in their eyes." he said, his eyes glinting in satisfaction. He turned away, running towards to direction of camp. After a moment's hesitation, Prickleflower followed. Which left me alone. I thought for a long while, wondering what to do. Become a kittypet? No way. I guess I'd have to be a rouge, living on my own. Then suddenly I remembered Haze, and rushed toward him. He was completely still, I couldn't even see the rise and fall of his chest. I sighed, feeling Grief. How do I care more about him more then my clan? I thought in horror. I just met him!
   I was so confused, wondering what I should do with him. I couldn't take his body to the clan, no. I knew Grasseyes wasn't lying. I'd have to to something thought. I searched for the right this restlessly, but then it started to rain. I growled in frustration. It seemed Starclan has rained down on my parade, literally.
   I dragged his body gently into shelter from the raging storm.

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Chapter Two: Not yet, but soon.

  I braced myself for claws to rake me pelt, but Briarpaw's claws were unsheathed. She looked at me, not wanting to hurt me for some reason. I was almost gonna tell her to just get on with it already, but she leaped onto my back, and pressed my face to the ground.
   "I'm pretend to chase you. Now go!" she whispered, and I shrugged easily out of her grasp, taking off, with her following, yowling a challenge. The other two warriors watched in silence, smiling after us, probably satisfied that I was defeated by an apprentice.
   We kept running, and then I skidded to a halt when we reached the stream. She was about to stop, but it was too late, and she crashed into me, and we went tumbling into the stream. I hissed as I felt water seep through my pelt, making me shiver even through it was green-leaf. I dragged myself out, with Briarpaw behind, and I shook my pelt vigorously.
        I looked at her, confused. But before I asked her the question that was burning on my mind. I pricked my ears, trying to see if the other two other cats were following in pursuit. Briarpaw guessed what I was doing. "Don't worry, Grasseyes and Prickleflower aren't going to follow us. They always have 'great confidence' in me." she said, saying the last few words in a mock tone. What goes on in this clan of hers?
 I wondered, but shook it away in a instant. I can't go back there, yet.
   "Wait wait wait wait." I said, backing up the conversation a bit. "Why would you help me, a rouge?" I said, the burning question on my tongue now quenched. She had a thoughtful look, as if to ask herself. Why did I help him? I sat, waiting for an answer and digging my claws into the ground. Wow, how impatient I was.
   Briarpaw shrugged. "It looked like... you weren't trying to steal prey or cross the border, you looked.. thoughtful." she said, noticing the unsatisfied look on my face, she went on. "Like you didn't even notice to border. I'm sure you didn't. Right?" she asked. And I thought quickly, but nodded a little too quickly. But she didn't catch it. "That's what I thought. You didn't even cross the border." she said. I nodded, agreeing with most of that. But I knew I came to the border just to watch, and even though she believed I was unaware of the clan's border, the little lie won't change anything. The fact is I did nothing wrong.
     "What's your name?" she wondered. "Haze." I answered. "And your Briarpaw?" I asked, and she nodded. "Grasseyes is my mentor." she said. Grasseyes!  now I knew why that name was so familiar. I remembered his green eyes, that were frosty cold. That night was so clear, that I shivered from the wind and rain when it happened. I felt a deep growl building in my chest. She cocked her head at me. "Is something wrong?" she asked. I debated to tell her it's nothing, or tell her the truth. Maybe she'll reconsider this 'clan' of hers if she learned what happens when she's not around. Or maybe it's like that everyday for her, a narrow escape with her life? "When I was a kit." I started. "My mother crossed the border, after chasing a squirrel." I said, and my eyes turned to anguish as she crossed the border, the squirrel's bushy tail disappeared through the fronds. Too much remembrance. She might think I'm crazy.
     "They caught her. She didn't know, but I knew it was Grasseyes, the light brown tabby cat said his name. She was badly wounded from that fight with Grasseyes, but she made it out of it alive. But the next day she died of her wounds. Just because of a mistake." I spat out the last words, feeling the anger as I stared down at my mother's broken body with my remaining siblings, wanting to get revenge. Not yet. I always told myself. But soon. I reassured. A look of shock slowly spread across her face. "I knew something wrong was with Grasseyes. It seems like he's leader already, when he's not even deputy. But every cat listens to him, for they fear him. Not out of respect." Briarpaw said, pausing to take in a deep breath. "And Burnstar doesn't even have a clue." she muttered darkly. "He's done an act in front of Burnstar, the fox-hearted coward!" she said, snarling out the last few words.
   "Oh, I am?" I hear a growl, and Grasseyes himself sprung out of the bushes, bowling Briarpaw over, and she let out a screech of pain.

(That's it for chapter two! Three comments for chapter Three!)

Chapter One: Faded Memories

 Stay away from the clans! Forever! The words still echoed in my ears, and I growled to myself. I remembered that night, when my mother was attacked. She died from her wounds to next day, and me and my brother and sister both had to fend for ourselves. After a while we split up, I was on my own. I did see them both every once and a while. Our hatred for one certain group of cats still shone in our eyes. I wanted Revenge. But there was a pang of grief in my heart, for my lost mother. I tried to remember her name. Being a rouge, we don't use names that often. But I think her name was Robin. Yeah, that's it. My brother was Stone, and he was all gray with amber eyes. He reminded me of our father, the way Robin used to describe him. Me and my sister were both black cats, just like our mother. She had father's amber eyes, and I had Mother's Icy blue. In fact, her name was Amber. And it was my name I remembered the least, though it was buried in my mind somewhere.
   Let see, let see. It was close to Hazel..... oh yeah! That's right, it was Haze. I'm Haze. I realized that I was standing there next to a stream, and seeing my reflection, my face was blank with concentration. I rolled my eyes, splashing through it, my head still filled with faded memories.
   Suddenly I pricked my ears. It was time to hunt. I crouched down, taking in all the scents and sounds of the forest. A leaf fluttering in the breeze, squirrels flitting through the trees, chittering to one another, and fain t russeling. I pinpointed that sound, drawing my self closer, and saw a flash of brown fur. I flattened my ears, and disguised my shape, then pounced. Fixed squarley in my paws, the mouse went limp when I sunk my teeth into it. It tasted good, not as sqrawny as the recent leaf-bare that had just decsended into the warmth of new-leaf. I growled in satisfaction, and after finishing off the mouse I went on in the direction I was traveling.  
          Looking out for danger. The danger, you ask? We are at their border right now. The border of the enemy's territory. The border that seperates us loners and rouges, from those savage group of cats that call themselves a clan. I found some information from other lone cats, and they said many things. Some said that they were weak and soft cats, all used to be kittypets. I snorted at that. Kittypets? Yeah, right, I saw them up close. And there were manys stories that described them to be as big as tigers, or that they hunt foxes for fresh-kill. But they were all lies. I'm big enough now to take at least one of them on, and I know it. But I know I can't fight them. Not yet. I will avenge my mother's death, but I needed to be stronger. I'm gonna run into a pit of adders, headfirst and try to come back unbitten.
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    I sat at the border, gazing at the clan's territory. I bit back a growl rising from my throat, turning away and ran. Being around there made me reckless. It gave me the scars that criss-crossed across me pelt. It was from them. Each time I had to run, my pelt stained with blood. I knew that I needed to get bigger and stronger. But I'm going to devise a plan. A big one. Those ruffians won't call me a little kit anymore. I know they won't. Someday.
     The bushes on the other side trembled, and three cats came out. They stalked to the border line, the two bigger cats exchanging amused glances. I felt the fur along my spine rise. The lead cat chuckled.
    "Well look who it is, the little kit warrior." he sneered. The other cat gazed at him with amber eyes. "He looks apprentice-sized." she commented. The first cat rolled his eyes. "As if." he retorted.
    "I'm not a kit!" I spat. "And I haven't crossed the border!" I added. "Why don't you just leave me alone?!?" I growled. The lead warrior walked, practically standing on the border, towering over me. And I looked up at him, a challenge in my icy blue eyes.
  He raised him paw and landed a blow right to my chest, making me roll backwards. I got back up, my teeth bared in a snarl. "But you almost crossed the border." the cat growled. And if you did, you'd be crowfood right now. He gazed at the third cat, smaller than the other two, but a little older than me. She was black and white with green eyes, and she gazed at me with uncertainty. Her tail flicked, as if to warn me of something.
   Go she mouthed, but I didn't. "Why don't we teach this kit-warrior a lesson, again." he jeered and motioned forward the black and white she-cat. "Briarpaw, do the honors." he said.  Briarpaw. That was an apprentice name, I have heard that they ended in 'paw'.
 She gazed at me with a reluctant look, and then leaped onto my back. And I yowled.

(That's it! If there are 3 comments at least, I will make chapter two! Stay tuned!)
   

Prolouge

      "Run! Go!" a black she-cat told her kits, but they were trembling, too scared to move. The enemy was gaining on her, and a strike of lighting lit up the sky, and the cats were shown clearly.
   A group of battle-fit warriors, with scars crisscrossed  along their pelts and their eyes bloodthirsty. Their long, curled claws gleamed. Trees whipped in the breeze, making it hard to see clearly. And the kits strained to keep sight of their mother, who was leading the angry cats away from them. They stared at each other, fright in their eyes, their wind-battered pelts fluffed up against the storm.
    "Mama!" one of the kits cried out, but the sound of it never reached her. One of them fell asleep, and when the other kits tried to wake her up, her fur was cold. They ran under the shelter of a tree, each of them finally snapping out of their daze. Then one of them spotted a flash, and they pointed it out to one another.
   "What happened?" one asked. "Is that mother?" another one called out. It was hard to see her in the forest of night, where all the scary things were shrouded in darkness. Then they saw thier mother was pinned down, by one of the scary cats. His claws dug into her pelt, the ground puddles already tinted red.
     "I'm sorry! I didn't know!" the black she-cat pleaded. The tom pinning her down snorted in amusement.
"You didn't know, huh? There's a border! Just don't cross it!" He growled in her face. Her face was pressed to the ground. "I won't ever do it again, I swear!" she promised. One of the other cats came up to him, a slender light brown tabby. He touched the dark tom's shoulder with her tail. "Just let her go, Grasseyes." she whispered, and he backed off the black she-cat.
   "Fine" he growled to her. "But consider this your last and final warning." he said, and then stepped closer, getting nose to nose. "But if you ever cross our borders again." he said. "That's be the last this you even do." then he flinched closer, making her back up, and run towards the tree where her kits were, gathering them up. "Stay away for the clans." Grasseyes yowled. "Forever"

Yeah, about that

That was......... something wasn't it? Yeah, I don't kill anyone at all, if you thought I did, I don't. I do that whatever o clock at night, so I'm all tired and stuff. But hey, i keep it up there.

Rap part two

1. Take one step
2. and then the other
3. there's no room
4. for one or the other
5. one will live
6. and one will fall
7. maybe it's not you
8. after all
9. afraid, afraid
10. that you won't make it
11. sleep, sleep
12. you will fake it
13. find your friend
14. who's in the dark
15. shoot your arrow
16. don't miss your mark
17. in your aim
18. you made a claim
19. to kill the other
20. then the body you cover
21. and throw in the lake
22. not knowing what's in stake
23. you drive for days
24. till the memories fade
25. but they come back
26. and cycle around
27. evidence you left
28. has been found
29. run, run, from your neighbors
30. only you can be your savior
31. don't come to me
32. There's no place to hide
33. if your in sight where I can see
34. there's no safety inside
35. anywhere, everywhere,
36. where ever you go
37. somewhere, nowhere
38. can't afford to be slow
39. when the end comes
40. I will be there
41. though it is not cause of me
42. that your frighteningly scared.
43. Your friend, remember?
44. that one you killed so?
45. that  sort of family member
46. that followed where you'd go
47. he haunts you, he haunts you
48. in your sleep, in your dreams
49. silently waiting
50. for you to lean
51. forward and falling
52. into deep sleep
53. creatures and darkness
54. nightmares, I mean
55. your friend is still there
56. that vengeful young soul
57. though he's not alive
58. he's angry you know
59. he's angry at, you
60. for what you had done
61. he wants revenge
62. and he's gonna have fun
63. it will start out simple
64. in that nightmare-ish theme
65. then there will be stuff
66. that will make you scream
67. then he will come
68. where your awake, too
69. he knows your greatest fear
70. everything that scares out
71. that is a strength
72. you mustn't forget
73. the deed is already done
74. the trap has been set.
75. cry, cry
76. watch the clock
77. die, die
78. tick tok, tick tok
79. think of the ways
80. that you'd really die
81. not actually laughing
82. and just saying goodbye
83. it's not that easy
84. not too blood-free as that
85. maybe your eyes will be
86. scratched out by a cat
87. then you'd be blind
88. even better, you'd be dead
89. then I'd say to myself
90. 'hey Delaney, well said."
91. cuz I'm helping him
92. bring your dead body in
93. and they think it was from
94. another killer
95. because that's what they are, dumb.
96. make your death seem
97. as easy as can be
98. let your blood run
99. your pains looks like fun
100. boy I'm a sadist
101. but thank god
102. that you didn't make it