User:DYSUTOPIA/The Wrong Cat

''You had to do it. You're not a terrible cat, you had no choice.'' All of these things, Kate could keep trying to tell herself, but it did nothing to help how queasy she was, or the guilt rising in her chest as she shook violently. Of course she'd had no choice, she had done nothing but defend what she had been tasked to and still ended up with blood on her claws. Washing them in the river in an attempt to clean away the sight and scent of it, she glanced around - and from the moment she saw the cat, her eyes widened and the broken record began skipping again. No matter what she did, she could wash away the blood from her paws but never the thought from her mind.

Being hit by another cat, the same one who had been the focus of your vision five seconds prior, was not the most wonderful sensation, and she very near fell in the river. Considering Kate couldn't swim, that wouldn't have been an amazing situation to be in. Regaining her footing, Kate forced herself to meet the eyes of her assailant - and indeed it was the oily pelted cat whose camaraderie had attacked her, the cat who had fled after seeing them die. Kate had tried to get them to be scared off, but eventually it proved to be the only situation she could keep her group, and her mate and kit safe. Presented with that decision, it was an easy one. Or, at least she thought it was.

"That was my family, you low life piece of fox dung!" the she-cat hissed, aiming a blow which Kate ducked easily now that she was prepared. It stabbed at Kate to hear those words, as she continued to try and weave around her attacks, so that the cat had to resort to taunting. "Go on," Kate thought she heard her say she had to avenge her family, and the fire burning in her opponent's eyes merely confirmed those thoughts.

"'Avenge' your family?" Kate muttered, taking her first move to swipe the other cat's legs from under her. "I never had any to avenge." This pelt kind of reminded her of one that she'd seen so many times in deja vu like reflections.

"We came to get someone we haven't seen in a long time." The cat snapped back, pausing in her fighting and getting to her feet. "I haven't seen her in moons, and moons. We came to bring her back to where she belongs, and it's thanks to you that my parents and siblings will never see her again."

"How did you know she was with the Immortals?" Kate challenged, "She might have joined a Clan, a lot of cats do."

"We spent a long time living beside Clan borders for that reason."

"Don't you think she left for a reason though?"

"We lost her by the Thunderpath when she ran off, but we lost the scent."

Kate froze. "...did she have a name?"

The other cat nodded slowly. "Kate. Hey, what's up with you, why does it matter?"

"Have you spent all this time...looking for me?"