Untold stories of Masha and Night.

Warrior fanfic

Night is smart, fast, and strong. He talks mostly when necessary, so when he bothered, he was listened to. I guess you would call him the strong-silent type. He was knowing well for that, all of witch I had obtained. Before him. But it didn't matter. Not even to me, the not-to-mention unknown, Masha. I'm what they see a calm, impressionable she-cat, incapable of doing anything for herself. Of coarse, they don't know my blood, capabilities. Night only talks if important, as mentioned before. But what I didn't mention, is he happens to talk to me. He chose me, he saw threw my cover, and he chose me! Then again, everyone else would snarl at what I consider an accomplishment, I mean, to the clan cats, he is no more than a ruthless killer with no rhyme or reason for his deeds. They say he's just happy I haven't tried to kill him! Stupid clan cats... I Know his reason, and it's a good one. I'll admit, he went too far with his killing. But I don' give a fresh kill; he's mine.