This is Gingerdapple. Here's the story: Violent cries filled the air. Gingerdapple's ears jerked up as she looked around. Blood was splattered all over the place. She flattened her ears and backed away. Then she felt something hot, and sticky under her paws. Blood. Gingerdapple let out a wail. "Stop!" The battling cats did not even turn to look at her. Even though only her paws were bloody, she cried out in fear. "Stop fighting! Please!" Suddenly, one by one, each cat stopped, and fell to the ground. Scratches filled their bodies, and blood covered their fur, that Gingerdapple couldn't even notice their real fur-color. Raindrops began to fall from the darkening sky, washing the blood away, making the puddles faintly crimson. Gingerdapple flattened her ears. "Hello?" She called hopefully. Maybe there was some survivors left? No answer. Gingerdapple began to walk around, looking for any sign of breathing. ...She found none. Gingerdapple paused and gasped. A small kit's body was covered in blood, agony lingered in its' face, but also death. She crouched, looking at the kit with sorrow. "I'm sorry I couldn't stop this quickly," she meowed softly.
I made Gingerdapple up, and the story. If you want to, I can make a cat for you depending on her or his personality. And I can make the morph for you.
