Among Traitors: Part I (1)

Rain violently splattered the ground, and thunder erupted, sending shockwaves through the darkened sky. Beside a great flowing river a large group of cats were gathered. They were all crouched in anticipation of events to come.

One of the cats, a ginger tom that was covered in burns spotted a squirming fish out of the water. He prowled towards it, and observed it. It was a gray tuna; it splashed from side-to-side, hoping that by some miracle it would find water again. The ginger tom purred in delight, soon he would have this power over all things, not just prey. As quick as lightning, he unsheathed his claws, and sliced the tuna without mercy. Dark red blood oozed from the wound, sending the tom's claws red. With a look of pure hatred, he battered the fish with his claws until it was unrecognisable. A wide grin stretched across his muzzle as he turned to join the assembled cats.

"Are we ready?" asked a muscular black tom. His icy blue eyes illuminated in the darkness. The other cats could only just hear themselves speak above the everlasting torrent of falling rain.

"Yes! Finally we will have revenge on those who have wronged us!" defiantly, screeched the ginger tom that was covered in burns.

A gray she-cat spoke up from among the gathered cats, "Don't get too confident Scorchfur. These Clan cats are stronger than you think."

"You've always been too nice to these Clan cats for your own good, Grayheart! If you like them so much, why don't you join them? If you think there so good," mockingly, sneered Scorchfur. Some of the gathered cats murmured, would they see a fight breakout? Scorchfur's amber eyes blazed like fire, and Grayheart's bushy tail lashed from side-to-side angrily.

"You two be quiet!" snapped the muscular black tom, silencing the murmuring cats. Eagerly, he continued, "It doesn't matter how strong they are, we outnumber them! We fight with no code, we fight for no ancestors, and we fight for ourselves! If we follow the plan, there is no chance of failure! We will send those Clan cats to oblivion!"

Scorchfur and Grayheart might have hissed something under their breath, but the muscular black tom didn't hear anything. He leapt off of the damp rock he was sat on, simultaneously, flicking his ear impatiently. At this command the gathered cats organised themselves into groups. At the front were the muscular black tom, the lean brown tabby she-cat, and Scorchfur. Without looking back, they lead each of their patrols into the trees. Shadows absorbed them until there was no cat in sight.

They trampled through the mud until they reached a slope which led towards a ravine. The black tom stopped, and twitched his front paws in expectation. Finally, he could claim power! Finally, he could destroy ThunderClan! Finally, he'd become Darkstar!

End of Part I (1)

Author's Notes

Just a little part 1 of a one-shot here, I've been working on this (15/11/15). It was edited/finished overall on (18/11/15). Therefore it has nothing to do with the prologue I posted. That's kind of why as well I didn't have too much dialogue at the start as I didn't what it to be too similar. Although I was quite pleased about the dead fish paragraph, even though it was quite gory. Btw if you're wondering why I kept referring to the black tom as muscular that was to reinforce his strength and power. Of course, I had to go with a slight cliffhanger at the end, to build some suspense, HYPE, and anticipation for part 2 of the chapter. Hope you enjoyed Part 1! Part 2 coming soon! J