Warriors; Cherrypaw's Plan

~Prologue~

     The silence of the crisp leaf-bare air was broken. Paw steps, that normally would be silet as a mouse, thundered through the bushes. The pain of the sharp nettles ment nothing to the desperate cat. All he cared about was survival. Suddenly, without warning, the cat turned around to face his chaser.

 "Who are you? What are you doing?" It fearfully cried. No replies came. "I said, who are you!" This time someone did reaspond. The voice sounded cold, and dead. Far from the fearfull voice of it's victim.

"There is no time for introductions. Tell me, what do you know about Splitfern." The shadows seemed to shift. No cat came through to have a discussion. No other words followed the demand. Just the unbearable silence.

"Why should I tell you? Why are you chasing me to ask about a dead cat who means nothing now!" The toms voice started to get steady. "I don't even know who you are!" A short amount of time passed, as if the attacker was thinking about a response.

"Then, we will have to do this the hard way." Bood rushes through the victim's ears. He knew this was his end. If it was, it would not go so quickly, and would not go without a fight. He didn't even know what was going on, but something in his gut told him this was it. 

The tom creaped as steadily as he could on his shaky, fearful legs. 

"So this is how it's going to be then... fine, have it your way." The cold voice said, emotionless.

The blood in the victim's ears quickened. And one last scream escaped his mouth, before it was choked in a thick, warm liquid.