The glow of bright green eyes flashed as the creature silently trudged through a dark tunnel. The creature was a cat; female to be exact. The dark tunnel had a dim light illuminating from the moss that radiated poorly. Her pelt was a light cream color, daker stripes slicing through the sleek creamy fur. Her nimble and slender body was one of the gawking features on her. Her muscles rippled nicely from beneath her tabby striped fur. Her glimmering green eyes were darting around calmly.
She paused as a shirll screeched pierced the air. A wicked grin spread c across her face, she moved on. She lifted her muzzle up, parting her jaws and taking in the scents. Blood was the first thing that touched the roof of her mouth. She smiled again, unaltered by the stronge scent of iron.
A shining light caught her eye, she turned and saw something that made her smile widen. A dark brown tabby tom lie wheezing and gasping for breath. She looked up to see a black tom, his head was bowed. She flicked her tail, her wondering gaze landing on the un-named tom.
"Queen Clare, if you were wondering. This is a knight from the CrimsonClaws. He seems young, about twelve cresents old." Queen Clare nodded "Ah, a young cat. We could use one, he seems...strong." she meowed. Her voice was smooth and silky like; but a malicous touch was to it, sending shivers to your spine.
The tom nodded, a gleam of unease and distress in his yellow eyes. "I will speak with King Dice tomorrow. If he doesn't agree to stop trying to weaken us, bring some of my middle-class knights." Clare glanced at him, her exquisite green eyes staring intently at him. He cringed "Y-yes, Queen Clare." he meowed and bowed his head. "You may leave now, Slash." she said with slight impatience. He nodded and quickly removed himself from the scene.
She looked over at the dying tom and took a step closer, she lowered her head to his face and smiled. "I will heal you, and I will train you. You are too young to be fighting alongside your tribemates." she murmured. His blue eyes slowly slithered over towards her, filled with resentment and loath. "Why do you not kill me? I deserve to die, I have been brought down by my enemy so I must die." he rasped.
Clare smiled again and licked his wound. The wound was fatal, the blood stopped pouring and the wound sealed closed. It now looked like an old scar, as if it had happened eons ago. He stared at her in amazement, he opened his mouth but Clare gently brushed her tail on his mouth "No questions. Just follow me and get yourself cleaned up."
Clare turned and waited for the tom to rise to his paws, wobbling a bit before padded after her. She trotted deeper into the poorly lit passage way. Cats were passing by and bowed at Queen Clare and glared at the tom with curiousity. She turned to the curious tom whoe was looking around with awe. "What is your name?" she asked.
The tom looked into her eyes, his own filled with slight distress. "R-razor." he replied carefully. Clare turned back and a shine of light gleamed in the cats' faces. She smiled a sweet smile and turned to Razor "We're at the camp." she meowed.
Razor nodded and as they stepped into the blinding light they were greeted by many cats. "Queen Clare, who is this?" a large dark brown tabby tom growled. The only cat daring to speak to the she-cat is her own brother, who is the duke.
"This is Razor, fomer knight of the CrimsonClaws. Now he is a new member of the Vipers." She replied. The tom growled again, examining the tom. "Is he being renamed?" Clare nodded and bunched up her muscles in her hind-legs. They began to ripple and loosen as she leaped onto a ledge.
"Let all my Vipers gather beneath The Ledge for a meeting!" Cats began to gather, murmuring and glancing at Razor who was on the lower cliff that held a bittersweet smell of herbs and spices. "We have a former knight of the CrimsonClaws joining us. Now since he is joining from another tribe, he must earn the Scar." she meowed.
Murmurs of agreement and nods of understanding altered the cats. She dropped to the cliff Razor stood. She narrowed her eyes, her claws slid out. They were a alarming sight, they were hooked and looked sharpened; black as night and deadly as the venom of a snake.
He stared at them in horror and closed his eyes. Clare raised her paw and striked at his cheek, overlaping his closed eye. Four bleeding marks were inflicted by the claws. They were deep and looked unkind.
He held back a cry, if he did he would be killed on spot. That was the way of the cats, you show weakness you get killed. He shot open his eyes, instead of pain, pride rippled his sky blue eyes. She licked his wound and it sealed closed, but instead of his neck wound, it looked fresh.
"From this moment on you will be named, Slice." Clare heaved herself up to the higher cliff and took one last glance at Slice who proudly trotted up to the Duke. "Duke Slayer!" Clare meowed. Slayer turned and casted a long glance at Clare "What?" he then looeked at Slice who was trotting towards him.
He sighed and looked at the new knight. Before Clare could hear what Slice had said to him, she trotted into the dim glow from the cave that loomed behind her. She walked for a few moments she made it to a large room that had moss covering the ground. It was spongy and soft.
She plopped down on the ground, sighing with relief when the spongy softness brushed her belly. She shut her eyes and darkness engulfed her eyes she drifted into sleep.