Needleface hissed, unsheathing his claws and baring his teeth in a snarl. The unknown cats ears were pinned to his head as he backed away slowly, retreating and not wanting a fight. Needleface swatted his paw at him, missing.
"Stop!" The rouge shouted "I'm not looking for a fight!"
"I do not care about what you are looking for! Leave windclan territory this instant!" His voice seemed to echo through the nearby trees, where Jay was spying from. The small kit trembled as he waited for his father to come back, hopefully, unharmed. The rouges tail twitched and he continued backing up. Neddleface hissed louder, the hiss turning into a yowl of anger, "GET LOST"
The rouge made a run for the trees where jay was hiding. You could tell from the look on his face that they are not making it out alive.
The nameless rouge dashed for the woods, picking up the small kit. He could tell that the windclan warrior was right on his tail. His eyes darted around, back and forth looking for a nice shelter for the kit. He found a small moss bed and threw the kit on it. "I'll be back soon kid" we're his last words before he dashed away and was never heard of ever again.
(Im so sorry that it's a little short but I'll try to get more, longer chapters out!)
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FantasyI actually try to write a decent warrior cats book "A rouge Tom taken in as medicine cat apprentice. Seems way to good to be true" Goldenleap turned around "It's because it is" replied Needleface with a hiss "do you know who this cat is?"
