Can i have #4? i would name it Leafpelt. I will write a story.
Leafpelt ran. On and on, she went. She ran past the forest. Past the farms. Past the pond. Past his territory. He had hurt her. Thrown her against trees. Scratched her and left her with scars. He was the one who broke her back left leg, not the wild boar as he told the rest of the pack. And now she was going to have his kittens. Why did she deserve this? She couldnt understand. She had been kind to him. She had chosen him as a mate. Why did he hurt her? She would never know. He leaped through the bushes onto her. She bit his leg and twore his chest. He scratched her face and she fought back with a massive blow to the head in a head-butt that threw him off of her. She was overtop of him in an instant. "Any last words to your unborn litter?" said Leafpelt.
"You wouldn't dare!"Said Deathpaw.
"You don't deserve to live. You hurt and killed too many others who did not deserve to die. Why did you do it?"Said Leafpelt.
"They did not deserve to live. They died so that the rest of our pack could have plenty of food for the season of birth. I was doing it for you and our kits." Deathpaw said smartly.
"Then this will help us all," she said as she broke his neck.
Deathpelt had killed Leafpelt's entire family, leaving only her two-month-old son, Featherpaw, who stood behind Leafpelt at this moment.
"Is he finally dead, momma?" Featherpaw mewed.
"Yes. we need to get back to the pack. Lets go."
"Okay, im glad. maybe now everything will be alright." said Featherpaw
"Maybe....."
(To be continued..............)
by Lil'Tiger » Mon Jan 24, 2011 11:45 am 
