Brokenkit's POV

I hiss at my newly found father and dash off, running as fast as my straining shoulder and ribs will take me as I run to camp. I hear Goddess yowl," Drift go after her!" I beg my legs to move swifter as I weave through the territory falling my now faint scent trail back to camp.

Paw steps fill my ears,'oh Starclan,' please don't let them catch me,"I silently pray,looking up through the limbs of the trees at the bright sky. Suddenly I feel razor sharp claws and a heavy weight press against my back. I hiss out in pain from the screaming of my ribs and shoulders.

The enemy I take as Drift and I stumble onto the ground. 'What do I do I haven't had any battle training,' I growl silently at myself. As we finally stumble to a stop the weight increases and I'm pinned down by a handsome long furred black and white tom. His bright green eyes stare down at me. Humor filled the pools of green.

"Thought you could get away from me, clan cat?" Snickered Drift as he increased the pressure on my good shoulder. I silently thank Starclan it wasn't my bad one. I hiss defiantly at him and struggle to wiggle out from under him. My newly healed leg darts up and rakes his muzzle and he yowls in pain, releasing the death grip he had on me. Quickly I rake his belly fur with my back legs by instinct and wiggling out from his weight I leap away and sniff for the scent trail but can't find it.

Deciding it'd be best to just run and find a patrol I dash away weaving brambles and trees. I flick my ears back to the sounds of cursing and grunts followed by heave paw thuds. 'Fox dung,' I curse. Suddenly the paw thuds stop leaving me breathless and confused. I slow to a trot catching my breath, wondering where the filthy piece of crowfood went. Suddenly a dead weight presses against my back and I shriek, but am quickly muffled by a thick black tail.

I glare at the handsome bleeding face in front of me. He glares back with green daggers that cut through me. "Now you either follow me, or I just end your life for not obeying, you choose she cat," he spats at the end.
'Starclan what do I do?'I ask.
"I think you would like to live," he adds with a devilish smirk while looking me up and down.

I feel my pelt get hot and bite his tail that is still pressed against my muzzle. He snarls, replacing the smirk with a grimace while whipping his tail away. I hiss," just take me to my father." He bounces around me like a kit and I just glare at him," I suggest you stop acting like a kit that plays with moths and take me to my father." He shoots a glare and just stalks away in the direction we came from. I follow him, wincing in pain at the sting from my injuries, through the cackling leaves of the forest.

DUN DUN DUN(:< don't worry guys she has a plan to save de clan!

Sorry it was kind of short I'm going to work on writing longer chapters!

This will be a long book! I will try to update every day

I might have a second one following it.

The picture above are not exactly what Brokenkit and Drift look like.