Yes, I know the title is lame. :) But I like it! :) HOPEFULLY.... this story will be easy to write. Thank you, Free Runner at Heart, for the story idea! ^^;

And.... from the story idea, AND from the reference of Scarlett by Spots, I guess you know what's gonna happen next. ^^ Oh, well; but it's more funner than way! :D :) :3 I can do a CLIFFIE and you won't care!!!!! :D :3 :)

Dun dun DUNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!! :D :3 :)

Also, btw; today was my last day of school! ^^ Btw; if you're reading my 100 Tales Challenge, PLEASE be aware that I'm not doing it for the competition anymore. :( My brain is dying, and brackenfurlover isn't doing it, so.... it just isn't fun anymore. Sorry. :(

But I'll STILL be doing it!!!! :D :) You WILL see more frequent returns of Dawnpaw, and the other cats mentioned in "Midnight Run," though, as I'm planning to entwine their stories together. :) :3 :D

I can't wait! ^^;

Determined Soul: Scarlett Fever

When an evil Clan arises, they start selling she-cats for mates. Breezepaw is captured and auctioned off to a skinny tom named Scarlett, but what if she wants to get a new mate? Scarlett tortures his she-cats, and doesn't let them go easily….

Chapter 1

Spots' POV

We were running through the forest to attack the Clans. We needed to get more she-cats, kits, and loyal toms for our Clan. I was hoping to find a mate within all of this…. I didn't want to do this, but I wanted a mate…. one that I could save from here and win during the auctions. I just hoped the mission wouldn't fail….

We poured into the ThunderClan camp.

"Attack!" yowled Rock, my leader.

I ran straight to the nursery….

Breezepaw's POV

I was scared. There had been tales of this before…. of the evil rogue cats that swarmed and attacked the Clans, and killed most of them except for a few toms, kits, and she-cats.

They sold all the she-cats; she-cats were forced to hunt for their tom and mate with him until they had kits. The she-cats were usually sold again after that, but there were tales of the toms who wanted to torture their she-cats or mate again with them, and they kept them.

I shuddered. I just hoped that nobody would steal me.

I was in the nursery. I had to guard the kits. Their mothers had gone out to fight, and since I couldn't really fight, I stayed in here.

All of a sudden, white tom with brown spots burst into the den. He saw me and his eyes lit up. His eyes hungrily took in my pretty silver pelt and my startling blue eyes. Then, he shook his head, as if remembering something, and leaped at me. I cowered beneath him and cried out in pain as he slashed at my belly.

"Follow me!" he cried suddenly. "Take the kits; and I'll take some, too; just come if you want to keep your life!"

I shakily followed him. I wanted to keep my life. I wanted to live. I didn't know what I'd do after this, though; I'd probably be sold.

Spots' POV

I had to hurt the she-cat a little bit; Rock only took she-cats that had submitted to his Clan, and I had to make it look like this she-cat did. The two kits that were riding on my back and the kit that was in my mouth were mewling pitifully. There had been six kits, if I remembered correctly. I only hoped that the she-cat was okay.

I glanced over to her. She was walking beside me; she seemed fine with the three tiny kits riding on her back. The ones I held were older.

I assumed that she had heard all the horrible stories about how toms bought she-cats in this Clan, and all that…. I hoped I could buy her.

When we got back to the camp, I took her to meet the queens. One of them, a gray she-cat named Skye, took the three smaller kits, as her kits were around that age; the brown tabby she-cat named Tiger took the three older ones. Her kits were about to become old enough to be Learners; her daughters would learn to hunt and her sons would learn to fight; and after that her daughters would be sold to other toms in the Clan, and her sons would become warriors.

I shook my head sadly. I had always thought that it was wrong to own a cat—wrong to technically enslave them by forcing them to mate with you, and make you hunt for them. Why, some toms even kept their she-cats in holes and slept over the openings at night so that they couldn't escape! What kind of life is that?!

I took the she-cat that I had taken over to where the other she-cats were. I left her to meet them all as I walked off. The auction was later tomorrow; if I wanted to buy this new pretty silver one I would have to catch a lot of prey…. and when I bought her, I wouldn't mistreat her like the other toms did. I would be decent; not like those other toms….

As I curled up to sleep later at night, I suddenly thought of something. I knew that another tom, Scarlett; a skinny dark brown tom with many scars on his body; was searching for another, pretty she-cat to take as his slave. He was one of those cruel cats; torturing his she-cats and keeping them in holes at night, so they couldn't escape. The new she-cat looked exactly like he wanted the new one to be—silver, with either startling blue or green eyes.

If he gets her, I don't know what I'll do, was my last thought before falling asleep.