•"Go Brightpaw!" A black tom with white spots and horrifying amounts of blood streaking down his ragged fur cries to a scarred, bloody white she-cat with orange spots.

The she-cat has a huge scar down her face, and her eye...it's missing..."I'm not leaving you alone!" Brightpaw screeches back. The tom runs desperately towards the weakly standing she-cat. "Go! Please... I'll be right behind you.." The she-cat gives him one more despairing look and runs off towards camp.

The tom watches her run off and he whips around, seeing a brown form, a dog. The dog picks him up and shakes him ferociously, as if he were a measly mouse. He is thrown against a tree as everything goes black, and the last sound that echos in his scarred ears is:

"Pack, pack. Kill, kill"•

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-Past Tense Starting...-

"Pack, pack." "Kill, kill." Swiftpaw murmered in his restless sleep, tossing and turning like a mad-cat. The she-cat, Brightpaw, was lying in the mossy bed beside him, chanting the same violent words every once in a while. The two injured young cats were being watched by a pair of she-cats, a worried look on their faces as they nuzzled the young cats protectively, pain and fear etched on their pursed jaws as they heard the terrifying chant come out of their kit's mouths once again.

"Pack, pack. Kill, kill."