Chapter One: Splattered
He would never understand. He would never get me. I am Clawpaw. And I am eternal.
Clawpaw twitched in his nest. His eyes shot open and he jumped to his paws, panting. He calmed down and sighed. It was as if he never slept since he was a kit. Nightmares haunted his slumber. Nightmares about Rockfang. Clawpaw shook his head and curled up for the fifth time that night. His eyes closed slowly, and once more he drifted off into darkness....A paw prodded Clawpaw. He blinked. Daylight streamed into the barn and Clawpaw yawned and stretched. Rockfang towered over him, his brown eyes unappreciative. As usual. Rockfang barked, "Go and kill something for me. Now." Clawpaw nodded vigorously and dashed into Clan territory. His ears flattened and he simply waited and listened. There was a little white tom with pale green eyes swimming in a stream. Perfect. He smelled a bleeding scar on the cat. Immediately, Clawpaw felt himself go through a transformation. He cackled and crept after the apprentice. He pounced after exactly eight seconds, as he had been taught to do. The cat screeched and tried to bat Clawpaw away, but it was far too late for that. The dead body was hanging from Clawpaw's jaws as he returned it to his father.