I promise... *A warrior cat RP*

Rustpaw leaped on top of the tom's back digging his claws into his spine. The Black cat screamed in pain and agony. Spitting and hissing up a storm the cat bucked and flailed his claws trying to get Rustpaw off. Rustpaw tried to stay on but hi slipped and his claws sliced through the tom's skin. The Snowclan warrior swayed and staggered and passed out. Rustpaw stared at the cat hoping he had only passed out and then turned to the battle once more.
 
"Hello again," hissed a voice. It was the Maincoon who tried to snap his neck before. Rustpaw leaped at the warrior the fire of battle flashing in his eyes. With each strike, with each cut on the cat's flank, he seemed to get fueled more and more with the power of battle. Rustpaw took a second panting from fighting his cuts still stinging. The Snowclan warrior went for his leg and intended to snap it. A warrior with a snaped leg in battle is always a dead warrior. Rustpaw fought back and jabbed his claws where ever they would go. Unfortunately, for the Maincoon, his claws went into his heart and the warrior screamed except no sound came out. Choked in pain the cat crumpled to the ground. Rustpaw stared.
A beautiful White she-cat bounded over. "Brushfoot!" she shrieked hurrying to his side. "Don't go! Don't go! Not yet! Starclan, please! My kits are due! They will never see their father! Their strong, Brave father!" she howled. "Please... Don't go," she sobbed. It reminded Rustpaw of him and Flamepaw. Rustpaw stared in horror. What have I done! he thought desperately running away from the she-cat and her dying mate.
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Softkit watched the battle going on behind one of the queens in the nursery. Her heart beating fast, she crept up to the entrance and slipped out, the queen yelling at her to come back. She saw a young gray and white apprentice and sprang at him, squeaking a war cry.
 

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