The sounds of water dripping filled the ally way. Dream made her way up the worn cobble stone path of BloodClan territory. She hated the scent of death that filled the air, and the agonizing screeches of pain.
"Hey, Dream get over here, your Dad wants you!"
Dream tilted her ears to where the meow came from, and turned her eyes to the black and white tom standing before her. She nodded and meowed an, "Okay." Dream followed the black and white pelt farther into the shadows towards her father's den. She was often afraid of visiting her father. Most of the time, he asked her if she had made her first kill. Every cat in BloodClan was obligated to have made their first kill by their first year of existence ended. She resented this rule, she hated bloodshed even though she was in this Clan, where killing was rewarded and victory was expected.
The black and white tom, Bone, led her into a large opening in the alley way, trash surrounded the area and in the middle of the opening, a large pile of old two leg stuff were stacked on top of each other. Her father waved his black tail at every other cat in his den area to leave. Every cat quickly dispersed in a scared manner, her father was to be obeyed.
"You as well, Bone." Her father meowed in his icy, high-pitched voice.
"As you wish, Scourge." Bone replied.
Scourge's eyes followed Bone's body and as soon as he left the room, he slid his icy gaze towards me.
He let out a deep breath, and meowed, "You know what I am going to ask, so answer it please."
"Father, I have not made my first kill yet." Dream nervously meowed. I stared at my paws and shuffled them nervously, waiting for a reply.
She waited in chilly silence, until Scourge finally replied, "Very well, tomorrow I will have something arranged for you, you are reaching your eleventh moon, I will not kill my own daughter because she refused to make her first kill!"
In BloodClan, if you had not made your first kill by your twelfth moon, you were exiled.
"But father I do not want t-"
"There are no expections!" Scourge hissed icily.
"Now, get out of my sight, and be prepared for tomorrow." He added angrily.
Dream hurriedly sprinted out of the room. She began to nervously pace the alley way, many questions lingered in her mind.
Who would she kill tomorrow? Would it be someone she cared for? How would she do it?
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