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Summary: The Clans are scum. We rogues were proud, we rogues were feared, we rogues had dominance. Until they came. The came from far away, and stole our territory. Our prey. And we want them back. The Clans fear nothing. Until now. They will fear me. I am Web. My tactics are to trick and kill, and it doesn't scare me I've developed a taste for cat blood. I realize I am going to die soon. I want the Clans to live in fear forever, so I'm going to have to get an apprentice.
Warning: Rating may change because of violence in later chapters. Some suggestive themes, in later chapters.
A/N: Okay! I tried to come up with something original and here ya go! I know, the first chapter is kind of short, but bare with me, because I didn't know how to really format this one. Hope you like it!
Web of Lost
Chapter One
Fortune and Fate
As a rogue, all of my life I have been taught to hate the Clan cats. They have stolen our land, prey and dominance. I know that it hasn't always been like this. Once, we rogues lived in peace. There was always enough prey, and we territory. But then they came. They came from a place over the mountains, and stole our lives. My name is Web. I was born a rogue. To my allies, I'm known as a savior. To the Clans, I am a killer. The one they fear.
I wasn't always like this, you know. When I was younger I met a tom named Dark. It was kitten love. We were both rogues who grew up on the same rules and teachings, and we both believed that the Clans were evil. He dreamed of one day making them fear us, the rogues, the originals of the forest. I shared his ideals.
Soon are kitten love blossomed into something more and we were proud to call ourselves mates. We shared in love, and in life. We both decided that we didn't want to ruin our lives with kits. So we enjoyed love without the burden of little bundles of whiny, puking offspring.
Both of us were beginning to grow tired of being pushed aside by Clan cats. They were stealing all of our prey, and even hunting outside their boundary lines, going as far to say it was theirs. They needed to be taught a lesson, but neither of us could find it in our hearts to do it. So we were going to kill them off slowly.
It was a considerably undesirable, wicked and freezing leaf-bare. The prey had retreated to their holes, and the few small animals that still ran around were being hunted like wildfire. Dark and I began to hunt the Clans prey. We started just catching the things that ran out of the territory. Then, slowly we began to move inward. The day my life changed forever, we had begun hunting right on ThunderClan territory. We had great fun, catching mice and squirrels that could have fed the Clan. We had only been doing it for about three days, and were becoming quite skilled at hiding from patrols and such.
I was lurking in the backwoods, and he chased a rabbit through the twigs and bushes. He was a big tom; he could take care of himself. When I heard a yowl. From behind my shield of safety (which at the time was twigs and dead plants), I watched a patrol of Clan cats surround him and interrogate him.
"Please! I just want to bring this home to my kits! They're starving!" he lied. I knew what I had to do. The cats would tear my Dark limb from limb if I didn't intervene. I hitched myself up on a frozen tree.
The cat I was going to pounce on was a young tom. He was what the Clans would call 'apprentices'. I could take him easily, and most likely move on to two of the other cats. A she-cat and a tom. I might even be able to take on the leader of the little patrol.
I pounced a glided through the air, letting out a battle cry and landing hard on the apprentice. He was so little, I could kill him. Just give him a lesson. My values have gone down (or up, whichever way you think about it) since then. Now I kill anything. I raked my claws into his back, digging out a couple good chunks of fur. I left him yowling about his mentor as I moved on to the other cats.
Both the tom and the she-cat attacked me at once. I was able to successfully knock the tom off his feet, and in a swift movement I bit down hard on his throat, sending a wave of blood into my mouth. It choked me at first, but after a few seconds I became accustomed to it. The she-cat was harder to beat, now that I killed her mate. She lunged at me. She was a much better fighter than the tom, and we were evenly matched. It wasn't until the lead tom jumped on me from behind when I was outmatched.
After only a few seconds I began to get dizzy. The blood was dripping down my fur. Finally, I collapsed. The lead tom took me in his mouth. He obviously thought I was dying. Maybe I was. He didn't want anything to do with me, so he through me into the underbrush. I hit my head on a rock, and fell into a temporary, but seemingly eternal sleep.
When I awoke it was night. The Clan most likely thought I had died. Only one thought was on my mind. Dark. Where was he? Then I found him. He was soaked in dried blood, and his throat wasn't even a throat anymore. He lay in a unnatural position.
My Dark. The Clans. The Clans did this. The Clans will pay. I will make them pay. We shouldn't live in fear of them! They should live in fear of us! I will make them fear us. I will make them fear us, for Dark. I vowed as I lay in the winter moonlight, next to my dead mate. He had begun to freeze, and I knew I would to. But let my ancestors, not theirs, let me live. So in the morning I can avenge his death. I can. I will.