A Bloody Life - Part 1Bloodclaw peered through the trees, his paws sinking into the swamp of his Clan - SwampClan. Marshpelt had told him she would meet him here - suspiciously farther away from the clearing that all of the other felines shared tongues in, closer to the edge of SwampClan territory. The tom saw a flash of silver in between the trees as he looked through with his brown optics.
"Marshpelt!" he purred, his black tail slowly waving happily back and forth as he rubbed up against his mate. He reached to lick her cheek, but Marshpelt flinched and leaned away from his pink tongue.
"Bloodclaw . . ." Marshpelt said, padding slightly away from him. The tom now had a frown plastered upon his face as he looked back at Marshpelt, who was now a tail-lenth away from him.
"What's wrong?" He asked, trying to move closer to the she-cat to comfort her, but she just stepped back once more.
"Bloodclaw," Marshpelt started to say, clenching her teeth, "You're not good enough for me anymore. I don't want you. I'm no