A Dreaded Revenge
Chapter 1
-The Dreadful News -
A russet, ginger colored she-cat with a striped green and black collar, studded with dog teeth and cat bones lay curled around two small, mewling balls of fur in a makeshift den deep within the reaches of a secluded alleyway under large, revolting dumpster. The she-cat was interrupted from her contented light dreaming by a flash of fur and the noise of paws against cement. She turned her head to see Pixie, a fluffy white she cat with a thin yellowing tail and light green eyes. The scarred white she-cat heaved for breath, obviously tired from her long trek. Crimson red droplets rolled from a gash on her side.
"Pixie, what happened?" The she-cat cried, turning herself around to face the Bloodclan warrior.
"I-I tried to stop them… Too many…" She heaved, swaying slightly.
"Pixie, Pixie, what has happened? Please talk to me!" The she-cat yowled.
"I tried Kietsu, I really did… But there were so many cats… So much blood…" She trailed off. "I am afraid that both Bone and Scourge have perished in battle."
Kietsu's eyes widened in horror, this couldn't be true. "But, without Scourge's guidance, Bloodclan will surely perish! Who shall lead us now?" She began, looking at her kits in dismay. Their small, twitching bodies pressed in close to her furry side.
"The answers to that, I do not know Kietsu…" Pixie sighed, watching her nurse the two kits with spent eyes. "But, the remainder of Bloodclan will be arriving shortly and-"
"Wait, you mean to say that…" Kietsu started.
"Bloodclan lost to a forest of weak, pathetic herb gathering… Star lovers." Pixie finished for her, spitting the last words out as if they were something foul and dreadfully disgusting.
Kietsu scraped the soggy newspapers which served as bedding for her and her kits. She let out a low growl of anger, and bitter revulsion. How dare the cats of Bloodclan lose to such weak underlings that dwelled within the muddied grounds of the forest, which lay beyond the twoleg place?
"A meeting will be held when the moon is full and casts its brightest shades. Until then, our warriors need time to heal." Pixie said, slinking away from the dumpster, leaving Kietsu trembling over her two young offspring.
"What a dreadful ordeal…" She murmured, narrowing her emerald green eyes. Something sparked deep within her imagination. "Dread…" She said once more, rolling the word over her tongue again and again until she was satisfied.
A yowl reached the she-cat's ears. "What misery, the clan is cursed with a horrid bane!" One of the cats complained, returning from battle.
"Bane," The mother whispered softly, her warm breath stirring the small tufts of fur on either of her kits warm, sleeping bodies. She then grinned to herself, pleased with her decision.
"Dread and Bane," She purred, licking the fluffy pelts of her kit's until smoothed and clean.