Jay||

          The small gray tom weaved his way through the shadowed woods. His heart was beating fast, and his paws flew across the leaf-strewn ground. He could hear his ears pounding as he struggled to get away from the large black cat behind him. He felt the stone-cold gaze of the other tom piercing his spine as he struggled to keep his balance on the slippery ground. There was more than one time where he almost slid into a rock or fell over a tree branch.
          "R-rookstar, you don't have to do this!" He said, his voice cracking. He glanced back and saw the tom gaining speed on him, and before he could veer to the side, he ran right into a tree.
          Struggling to get to his paws, the tom saw Rookstar leap into the air and pin him on the ground. "Oh, Jay, you don't understand, do you? I do need to do this. Your family destroyed my Clan, and because you're the only surviving member, there is only one thing I need to do before my mission is complete. So, get ready to see your life flash before your eyes, because this, this is the end."
          Jay's vision was blurry. He knew that if he didn't move quickly, there would be nothing he could do. Watching as Rookstar lifted a paw and held it above his head. Jay shut his eyes tightly and prayed he would be okay. And right before the claw went through his neck, he felt the weight of the tom flying off of him.
          He opened his eyes and saw a beautiful tabby with green eyes staring at him, Rookstar in a pool of blood next to her. And before he could say thank you, she was gone. Gone as fast as she came.
          Jay stared at the body laying on the ground, trying to decide what to do. Should he go in chase of the stunning tabby, or should he stay here and bury his enemy? What would happen if someone found him next to Rookstar? He knew very well that Rookstar was known as a great leader throughout the forest. And truthfully, Rookstar was a good cat.
          Without a second glance, he turned from the now dull eyes that once peered into his soul, and ran in search of the tabby.
          Once arriving at the first intersection, he turned left, certain that the delicate she-cat would choose a path that had no roots or boulders in the most unexpected places. He searched for hours, positive that he would find her, the cat that saved his life. His eyes had started close, and rain started to pour down on him.
          Pelt soaked, he decided to do what any dumb cat would do and wandered into the dark, shadowy part of the forest. Dry leaves crackled under his paws as he looked around at his surroundings.
          A twig cracked.
          Without hesitation, he ran. His long gray fur whipped his face a couple of times, but he didn't care. All he wanted was to find the golden tabby once again and thank her. That was the least he could do, after all, she got rid of a cat who had been bullying him all his life because of something that his family did.
          Little did he know that he would soon end up in a place no cat ever wants to go...

A/N-OKAY, I'M REALLY SORRY THAT THIS WASN'T AS EXCITING AS YOU PROBABLY EXPECTED, BUT I PROMISE THAT CHAPTER ONE WILL BE BETTER. TY FOR READING!
-Briar