Serena roamed the empty streets of London. The full moon was gleaming above.
Why do I deserve this life?
It had been 10 moons since the Beginning of Blood.
She shivered, remembering the first execution.
Suddenly a growl sound from the crowd of cats.
"Why should we listen to you?"
It was Arope.
Heather smirked.
"Because," she snarled, "we'll execute you."
"Go ahead." Arope snorted, "Try killing me."
It was then 3 cats pinned Arope to the ground.
He struggled, but the cats were too strong.
"This is what will happen to you if you break my rules!" Heather hissed, leaping down.
Slash!
And he was dead.
Blood gushed from his throat.
His tan tabby fur was limp and bloody.
Serena remembered it like it was yesterday.
Arope was Morning's mate.

They had killed Morning's kits too.
"This one is blind." Heather hissed, "The other is crippled."
Morning gasped.
"You wouldn't."
"I would." Heather disagreed
"You have to get past me!" Morning snarled, baring her fangs.
"Fine." the golden tabby sighed.
A few moments later, Morning was dead. Her once-pretty tortoiseshell fur was blood-soaked.
The kits were wailing.
"Oh, shut up." Heather hissed.
She killed them.
Serena was lucky. Heather thought of her rather highly.
Mainly because she was her daughter.
"Flame?" Serena called "Are you here?"
No answer.
Suddenly, a blood-covered ginger body was flung into the clearing.
"Fl-Flame?" Serena gasped.
Heather stepped from the shadows.
"Meeting with a rebel." the golden she-cat snarled.
"That's against the rules, isn't it, daughter?"
Serena stiffened.
"And you know what that means...."

Serena limped to the Great Rock.
Her leg was battered. Her eye was swollen. Blood leaked from her mouth. Her ribs poked out. Her once-pretty gray fur was matted and dirty.
"My daughter, Serena has broken the rules." Heather hissed.
"She was meeting with a rebel. Loved a rebel."
"Today we execute Serena, heir to the throne and my only kit."
There was no grief or regret in her voice.
"Go ahead." Serena rasped, "I have nothing to live for anyways."
Heather leaped from the rock.
Her amber eyes glittered with malice.
"At least Morning and Flame will be waiting for me."
Slash!
The gray she-cat fell to the ground, dead.
Serena started to rise from her limp body that she no longer needed.
The voices welcomed her.
There, there stood Morning, Arope, Dew and Flame.
Morning's two little kits were playing in the background. They were no longer wrong.
All that was wrong, was right.
Welcome to the AfterWorld, Serena

Word Count ~~ 433
Should I write a proper book? It would take place after this and would be about Serena's kit, Evelyn or Eve.
She lives in the rebel camp.
I wrote this on a plane XD