2Battle
The moon was barely visible; it was the perfect time to launch an attack. The she-cat and her followers crept closer to her former Clan.
Why was she here now? Why not in the shelter of the warriors' den? She thought about this often. Some would say she was far too ambitious, some said she had killed too many. But everybody agreed that it was better for her to have been exiled; which had now led to her life as a rogue.
She crept closer and closer to the camp, and the band of rogues she had recruited followed her. She had prepared them for this day, when she would show her Clan just how powerful she was, how much power they would have if they hadn't exiled her.
She was now at the edge of camp. The night guard was sleeping, everything was better than she had hoped for. In one swift motion, she delivered a bite unmatched in power, there was no way the guard could survive it. She was definitely ready, this seemed almost too easy.
She was now in the heart of camp, when she noticed a pair of amber eyes glaring at her from the apprentice den. She tried to dart towards him, and kill him like she had done the guard, but by then, all the apprentices had awoken.
Still, this was an easy battle. They were apprentices, what harm could they pose? Between the she-cat and her followers, she had killed two of the five attacking them, and weakened the other three significantly. As far as she knew, there were only five apprentices, right?
Suddenly, she felt a scratch from behind. She turned around to see not an apprentice, but a warrior. She must've miscounted the apprentices, because someone had to wake the warriors den.
Quickly, she pinned the opposing she-cat to the ground, and lunged in for the killing bite. But the warrior freed herself, and soon the she-cat found herself pinned down, and her opponent darted towards her, giving her a deep scratch down her back. She screamed, but knew she couldn't run away.
Despite the wounds, she continued to battle. She lunged to the side, and scratched her opponent's underbelly, but she could feel her strength weakening. She was losing too much blood.
Quickly, she fled the battle. She knew if she was going to die, she wanted to die in peace. She then looked back on her plan, her plan for a night-time battle. She cursed her own ambition. In this battle, it was partly her ambition that had killed her.