Warrior Cats: The Four Clans

OOC: I have a question, how are we all meeting up? Like, I understand the tearing of the two worlds and whatnot, but where are we? Also, I'm totally pulling whatever I type as my post out of nowhere. xD As this RP was closed before it could really get anywhere, so I'm just going to create my own thing. If anything should be change, just let me know.

Katie felt herself thrown to the ground, the breath leaving her body all together. She brought herself to her hands and knees, only to feel a force collide with her back, causing her front to once again collide with the harsh concrete. Before she could catch her breath, she felt her hair being tugged backwards, bringing her torso up, having her back hit the chest of her attacker. "Like I told you before, Catherine, they make you weak." Dean Matthews' hot breath caressed her ear, as he whispered those words to her. He stood, pulling her by her hair up with him, she let out a cry of pain. He spun her around grabbing her by her shoulders. "You could have been great, you could be great, but you let your little pack members hold you down. Yet you continue to let them. You let them hold you down. Because you need them, but news flash little lady." Dean's voice was becoming harsher and deeper by the second. "They. Don't. Need. YOU. They left you behind didn't they? You're probably thinking it's because they thought you were dead, right? I mean, it was a spectacular fall you survived."
Katie threw her head forward to head-but him. Dean's head flew back with the force, his grip loosening on Katie, seizing her moment she ripped her arms away from him and sent a strong round-house kick to his chest. Causing the man to fly back and hit the wall. She marched over to him, bringing her forearm to his neck, pressing him into the wall. She put her head close to his face, if it wasn't for her arm cutting off his air-way, her actions and words would almost be that of a seduction. "They may not need me, I don't really care. I'm capable enough without them." She pushed her arm in more onto his throat, "Whether they think I'm dead or not, you're wrong. I don't need them."
A smile spread on Dean's lips, he tried to speak but Katie's arm wasn't letting him. She released the pressure, he took a breath in, only to laugh softly. "You shouldn't lie, Catherine." He used her same move on her, his head hit hers and she stumbled back. The two were then locked in a fight. Punches right and left, kicks high and low. Blood dripped from Katie's mouth from a punch he'd dealt, and his nose was more than likely broken. Before long, he was on top of her again, pinning her to the ground, as her back was pressed against the hard surface. "Killing you, is going to be most satisfying. We could have had it ya know, you and me. We could have worked." He leaned closer and kissed her, not on the lips, just to the side of them. Katie spat in his face, her blood glistening on his cheeks. He laughed, "Like I said, this will be most satisfying."
At that moment, behind Dean, a woman appeared. She didn't look normal, and her voice was incredibly smooth as she spoke to Katie, "You are a werewolf of such great power. You are clever and enthusiastic. You must go with your fellow roleplay characters and stop hack." Katie had no time to question what the heck had just happened. The distraction had given her a chance to knock Dean back, the man collided with some sort of construction rack. He hit the leg of it, causing it to break, cinder-blocks fell down and buried Dean under them. She pulled herself to her feet as silence echoed throughout the warehouse. And then the words, "You will soon find out." She stood there for a moment. Tired, sore, confused, bleeding. She actually felt a tug in her heart as she saw Dean's body lying under the cinder blocks, remembering what he'd said about her pack thinking she was dead. But it didn't matter, she didn't need them. She'd always been fine on her own. Always took care of herself. She'd be fine. But the tear in her heart knew she was only lying to herself. But that's what she needed to do. That's how she kept going, she buried what troubled her and continued moving forward.
She had no way of explaining that woman however. What the heck had she meant? Katie limped forward, as something appeared from nothing. She stared at it for a moment, it was a black line, and it almost looked like a tear. Curious, or foolish she couldn't tell the difference at the moment, she reached out and touched it with her fingers. The tear increased, as if she were doing it on purpose, she saw a sign that read 'Full moon - a werewolf roleplay.' Confusion settled deeper into her mind, what the heck was happening?!