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"Of course you can take care of the kits," rasped an old she-cat. "I don't doubt you."
"Are you sure this is the right decision?" asked an old tom with his tail twined into the she-cat's.
"I know what is best for them," replied the she-cat.
"They will raise them and train them to be the most fierce cats in the forest," argued the old tom.
"That is what I am afraid of. Cats with that much power can easily turn to evil."
"These cats will guide them to be kind!"
"You don't know that. Darkness can easily be disguised by a light brighter than the stars."
"We are growing old, soon we will die and the kits will be left to the rats and the eagles and the badgers. This is for their safety."
"No!" yowled the she-cat.
A young tom-cat had been watching the argument. "Give them to me," he demanded.
The old she-cat looked at him. "No. You've proven you will not raise them right and will use them to do your bidding."
"Then you'll have to pay," said the young cat. He unsheathed his claws and tore through the she-cat's silky fur and ripped her flesh. Drops of red blood dripped down her flank.
"You know I cannot fight back. Will you really kill me, helpless as I am?" panted the silver cat.
"Yes. Power has no room for pitty," said the young cat. He bit the old cat's neck. She yowled, then fell limp.
"I've given you what you want, now give me what I want," said the weak old tom that had posed as the silver she-cat's mate.
"No-cat said I had to," replied the young tom smoothly.
The older tom stood up and unsheathed his claws. "You will give me the territory. I have a family to raise, and cannot leave them alone with only a blade of grass to call home. I've fought hard, and I'll fight again."
"It is very easy to gain new territory, but I don't feel like moving. You can choose to spare your life or to fight and die," said the younger tom, sharpening his claws.
"The option I'll take seems to be missing - fight and survive," growled the older tom. He leaped at the younger tom.
The younger tom simply rolled under him and clawed his belly. He nipped the base of the old tom's neck, right on the spine, then ripped the brown cat's belly in one motion. The experienced fighter watched as the life was sucked out of his victim.
"See you in the Starless Depth, mangey fox-dung-eater," said the young tom before walking away, swishing his tail. He had a few more kits to present to his own family.
Post-comments from the author:
WHew boy this is bad. This fanfic started as a simple way to pass time, then I decided to use it as a filler project to delete once I scribbled up something better. This'll probably be deleted soon and replaced with a decent rewrite. I also probably won't add new chapters very often. Don't count on me.