Maple Leaves

{Chapter 10}

"Say goodbye to your worthless life!You'd better be happy that I'm taking time to let this sink in." Violet hissed with a smirk on her face. She had a brown tom cat pinned down under her with her claws digging into his shoulders.

"N-no no please!" The cat wheezed. He had so much fear in his eyes. Violet could feel the life pouring out of the tom, she could taste victory on the tip of her tongue. Maybe it was just his blood but there was a sweet scent in the air, a scent that Violet absolutely adored.

"So terribly sorry that your life was cut this short. Maybe you can live happily in your so called, StarClan!" Violet cackled, purposefully playing around with him. She should at least have some fun before getting blood on her paws, "Any last words?" The black she-cat gracefully stretched out her paw with her claws extended, ready to strike.

"Please! I-I beg you! I won't tell anyone! I swear!" The brown tom pleaded with blood pouring down his heather colored face. Violet set her tail onto the cat's mouth telling him to be quiet, maybe even giving him some false hope as well. She perked up her ears while there was movement coming from somewhere around her.

"Hey, I wouldn't have killed you if it was my choice. I didn't really want to go for SwiftClan, I'm just in it for revenge on some other cat." Violet quietly hissed. The tom was gasping for air and probably didn't hear a word she said. Unfortunately there was a cat way too close for her to let this poor tom go so she had to seal his fate. Violet dug her claws into the cat's throat as he let out a blood curling screech. She just barely had enough time to escape and leave the small brown tom bleeding out where he sat. It was risky in case he lived, but Violet had to do it so that she wouldn't get caught by SwiftClan.

The swift young she-cat made sure to steer clear of the two leg place and go to a river at the edge of SwifClan's territory just in case she was leaving a trail of warm blood. Violet looked back behind her and wasn't shocked to see that there was a trail lit up by the moonlight. Among the heather stalks was a thick coat of sticky blood soaking into them. Although she was glad, some cat could easily follow her trail.

"Fox dung!" Violet hissed to herself. She washed off quickly in the ice cold river, but realized that she still had the scent of the tom's warm blood on her. Disappointed, Violet rushed over to a puddle of mud she found near the edge of the water. She rolled her eyes and jumped in, getting the greasy material all over her fur. Violet uncomfortably padded out with mud dripping down her sleek, now brown pelt.

"We know you're out there! Surrender while you have the chance!" A deep growl came from across the river. Violet quickly turned her head and could see the feint outline of three SwiftClan cats hiding in the heather stalks. She noticed the warrior called "Briarstalk," the sleek, gray she-cat that was staring at Eclipse, and a large, unrecognizable, brown tom.

While covered in mud, Violet cautiously padded out with claws unsheathed. The gray cat took a step back and gasped. Violet looked like a large tom with her fur fluffed up and drenched in mud. She noticed the fear in the all three of the cat's eyes. Violet almost leaped over the river and onto the "Briarstalk" cat, but she stopped herself. The mud-covered she-cat didn't want to plunge herself into a battle against three, most likely, skillful warriors, especially in their own territory.

"Don't dare come over here, or I'll slaughter you as well!" Violet frantically hissed in the deepest voice she could make. The cats seemed convinced by her disguise and almost looked like they were going to back off.

Suddenly, while Violet was being a daring little cat, the "Briarstalk" leaped across the river to try and take her down. As soon as she saw him pounce, she darted into the direction of the two-leg place and planned on using it to her advantage. Violet knew every little corner of the garbage filled near two-leg place. There was a rogue camp that Marsh was "friendly" with nearby. She took long strides and zigzagged to try and throw off the golden warrior. Unfortunately she failed and had to lead him to the other rogues.

As soon as Violet went passed a two-leg den, she found a patrol of rogue cats. They looked well fed, and tough with their large cuts and scars. She turned a quick corner and leaped on top of a large white two-leg fence. Violet smirked when the "Briarstalk" ran right passed and into the rogue patrol. Soon all she heard was growls, screeches, and battle sounds while she balanced along the thin surface of the fence. The mud was also starting to wear off as well. It's liquid consistency ran right down the side of the fence. She was lucky to have gotten out when she did.

"That'll teach you, dumb SwiftClan cat."