Warrior cats

Prologue

Tigerclaw scurried past a rogue that was lunging at Fireheart, trying to go unnoticed as he neared Bluestars den, As he brushed in, Bluestar was exiting.

The gray she-cat asked, "Are we being attacked?"

"Yes, its Brokentails rogues." He growled, "I told you that we should be more careful,"

Bluestar said bravely. "We can worry about that later," she paused briefly. "The clan needs us now,"

She went forward to brush past him, but Tigerclaw blocked her path and put a sheathed paw on her throat lightly, Bluestar, confused, asked, "What are you doing?"

Tigerclaw felt satisfaction surge through him as if a fire was lit in him. "Remember me to StarClan, Bluestar,"

Bluestar narrowed her eyes, "Tigerclaw, what is this?" Her meow was sharper, edged with anger, not confusion now, nor fear, "Im the leader of your clan, or had you forgotten that?"

"Not for much longer," Tigerclaw leaned forward to snarl in her ear. "Im going to kill you, then kill you again, as many times as it takes for you to join StarClan for ever, its time for me to lead this clan!" he growled.

Bluestar opened her mouth to protest, but Tigerclaw leapt at her, her paws skidded on the soft sand, he snarled and pinned her down, he buried his fangs in her throat.

Bluestar gave slashes to his shoulders, but Tigerclaw didnt feel them at all, Bluestar would be no more in a few heartbeats.

Tigerclaw pulled back from her throat and bared his fangs, bloodied from the previous sinking into her throat. "Any last words?"

Bluestar narrowed her eyes into glittering blue slits, she growled but didnt say anything, she clawed at him but didnt make a wound, at which Tigerclaw snorted at, Tigerclaw then purred and he lunged forward and hit her head against the wall, sinking his claws into her belly as he sank his fangs into her throat once more and ripped out some of his leaders flesh, Bluestar convulsed beneath him as blood poured out the newly made wound.

Tigerclaw stepped back coldly, watching as Bluestar convulsed as the crimson blood kept flowing, her eyes wide in terror.

Her convulsions stopped, leaving her bloodied on the ground, Tigerclaw sat back on his haunches, waiting for her to stir, then he can have the joys of ripping her throat apart over and over until nothing is left.

Bluestar didnt regain any life, nor was her wound healing, she just laid bloodied on the floor, he couldnt tell if she was breathing, but he expected if she was, she would die either way.

Tigerclaw heard ragged breath at the dens entrance, he turned and saw Blackfoot, a few wounds and scratches, but didnt look seriously wounded.

Tigerclaw asked, "Is the kittypet getting dealt with?" he spat the word 'kittypet' with hate.

Blackfoot nodded and his eyes flickered to Bluestars body. "Is she dead?"

"I think so," He gave Bluestars dying or already dead corpse a deep scratch on her left eye.

Blackfoot narrowed his eyes, "How many lives did she have left?"

"I thought two or three, no more than four,"

Blackfoot nodded and turnt.