I's SO sorry that it took so long, but I rewarded you faithful lovely readers with an extra long chapter and some lemons to go with it.
Pinepelt stared at Vinestar uncertainly, almost worried that he would keel over on the spot. The Clan leader was hunched over a scrawny vole, picking at it without interest. His dark green eyes were blank and half closed, and his striped fur was sticking out in a few places, poorly groomed.
The whole Clan knew that Vinestar was on his last life, and worried gazes were constantly directed at the old cat. His whiskers were white as snow now, and many guessed that he would come to his end by old age. Pinepelt was reluctant to leave camp for fear that his leader would slip away while he was gone, and many of his Clanmates already considered ShadowClan's new deputy, Bloodheart, to be in charge of the Clan.
He'd all but taken over Vinestar's duties since his appointment half a moon ago, and just yesterday Gorgekit had called him Bloodstar. Sadly, the only cat to correct him had been his mother, Stormcloud.
Pinepelt tore his eyes from the Clan leader to search camp for the deputy. He spotted Bloodheart's long, crimson-tinged tail coming out from behind the elder's den. It twitched excitedly then lay still.
Pinepelt couldn't help but wonder what he was doing hidden behind there. Slowly, he rose to his paws and began walking over, telling himself that he only wanted to know about the patrols. Maybe Bloodheart was just thinking about who to send out. Angling his sharp ears forwards, Pinepelt padded towards the empty den. ShadowClan's only elder, Heavyclaw, had passed several moons ago. Now the elder's den was used as an extension of the medicine den when there were lots of sick cats. Luckily, that hadn't happened for a long while.
The den had become a good place for hiding apprentices or having secret conversations. Pinepelt guessed now that Bloodheart was discussing Clan matters with an important warrior and didn't want anyone else to hear. Maybe he shouldn't interrupt, then...
But curiousity egged him on, and he kept walking until voices reached his ears. The first he heard was Bloodheart's, predictably.
"..... to turn them one by one," he was telling some one firmly in his rich tones, which cats couldn't help but listen to. Personally, Pinepelt thought that the ShadowClan deputy had a sinister air about him, with his frightening eyes and powerful build. It didn't help that his mother had been delusional when he'd been born, giving him the chilling name of Bloodkit.
Cats had whispered ad gossiped about it, but no one could change her mind but the kit's father, who had died in battle. That was what had brought on her insanity. So her only kit had grown up being either shunned or avoided, even after she died suddenly. And now her son was Clan deputy, quickly earning the trust that he'd been denied.
Pinepelt supposed that it was prejudiced not to like him because of what he looked like, but the experienced warrior couldn't shake off the foreboding feeling that he got just from looking at the cat. And now he was having secret conversations with unknown cats, which definitely didn't involve patrols. He had continued, his voice rising as he went on heatedly.
"You will, ah- convince the toms, and I will take the she-cats. That is, if you're capable of it?"
His last sentence was teasing, hardly serious as he played with whoever he was speaking to. The reply came instantly.
"You doubt my abilities, Bloodheart?"
Pinepelt frowned as he recognized the sweet, lilting mew of Dewdrop. What was she doing conversing with the Clan deputy? She was barely a full warrior, and Pinepelt knew her well: she was all-together rather un-ambitious, so she couldn't have risen that quickly to a place of power within the Clan. After all, they were kin. Pinepelt's father had been related to her mother some how. He'd never really wondered about it.
Bloodheart's tail, the only part of him that was visible, curled upwards in amusement and happiness at her sharp, suggestive reply. Pinepelt could only guess at what she was implying. The pretty she-cat's tone was laced with a hundred hidden meanings, none of which he could decode. However, it reached Bloodheart clearly.
"Of course not, my dear."
My dear?
"I'll be enlisting the help of some of my trustworthy followers. Once we turn a reliable female, perhaps she could help you."
"Actually," answered Dewdrop, "I'd like to do it on my own. Much more fun," she added, and Bloodheart's tail shot into a straight line, quivering noticeably. He was obviously very excited, but for what?
"Good," he meowed with a dark chuckle. "That's settled. All that's left is the meeting tonight."
"Yes," agreed Dewdrop hastily. "I just can't wait for you to-"
She was cut off suddenly as if something had shoved itself in from of her muzzle, keeping her words inside.
"Quiet!" Bloodheart hissed, sounding relieved. "We can't risk being heard."
"Fine," answered Dewdrop, unruffled. "Then I can't wait for you to make me your prey. Secretive enough?"
What?!
Unbidden, a huge gasp burst from Pinepelt's jaws as he registered her words, spoken in a seductive mew. Pinepelt had no idea what convincing the toms meant, but her words were obvious to his sharp mind.
He took a shocked step back, but before he could turn around and run, Bloodheart whipped around and slid out from behind the elder's den, spotting him immediately. His eyes narrowed, and he padded forwards purposefully. Pinepelt tried to move, but his paws were frozen to the earth.
"I-I," he stuttered, trying to think of what to say. Bloodheart came to a stop in front of him and asked dangerously, "What did you hear?"
His bloodred eyes narrowed into slits and his lips started to draw back into a ferocious snarl, revealing rows of thorn-sharp teeth. His dark fur spiked out a little, it's red highlights seeming to glow ominously. Pinepelt cowered, suddenly seeing a darker side of the younger warrior than anyone ever had.
"I- she- she said..." He trailed off, realizing too late that he should have faked ignorance. Bloodheart growled lowly.
"Wrong answer," he rumbled, and took a threatening step forwards. The terrified warrior looked around camp frantically, searching for help. His brown eyes widened as he realized he was doomed. No one but Vinestar, sitting at the entrance to his den, staring blankly at a pile of mouse bones. Everyone else was either sleeping or out on patrol.
Pinepelt's neck snapped back around as Bloodheart stepped forwards again, shoving his face against Pinepelt's viciously.
The older, smaller warrior shut his eyes tight, wishing that his paws would move so that he could run away. Any moment Bloodheart's sharp claws would tear through his flesh, freeing his blood to flow out of him until his heart stopped beating, all because of a little sentence or two...
Suddenly, the evil presence in front of him was gone.
Cautiously Pinepelt opened his eyes, just in time to see Bloodheart turn around and stalk back to the warrior's den where Pinepelt had been sleeping moments before. Once he'd disappeared, a breath found it's way out of Pinepelt's lungs.
Dewdrop stepped out from behind the den, her eyes guarded. She avoided his shocked eyes, stepping forwards as if to simply pass him by. But the beautiful cat stopped beside him, her silver eyes reluctantly meeting his.
"Please," she breathed. "Take care of yourself."
And then she whisked by in a whirlwind of sweet scent and sleek fur, leaving him crouched defensively at the edge of camp, mind too slow to catch up with his ears and eyes. He couldn't even bring himself to turn and watch Dewdrop as she followed her deputy into the warrior's den, her delicate gait betraying nothing.
It took him a moment, but eventually the smart cat realized that he could tell no one about this.
That was it: stay quiet, or disappear.
Bloodheart saw Dewdrop's wonderful acting from the warrior's den, his tail curling upwards as he regarded the gorgeous she-cat's many talents.
She did a wonderful job of seeming innocent and worried about Pinepelt's safety, and when she breezed by him closely, she even winked a silver eye at Bloodheart as he observed. Excellent.
Dewdrop had been a wonderful choice. Not only was she willing to fuck with him whenever and wherever, she was smart and secretly malicious.
Bloodheart wondered how he had missed such a brilliant mind as he searched the Clan for cat's that seemed likely to help him. No matter. Now Dewdrop was totally committed to the dream, and he found that he was quickly becoming commited to her.
He'd stopped meeting the creaky old rogue that used to give him his pleasure back before he'd reined a she-cat into his plan. Now it was only Dewdrop that he dreamed of, with her pale greyish blue fur and mesmerizing eyes, her pretty white chest, paws and tail tip. She was so enjoyable to look at, and inside of her delicious shell lived a wonderfully twisted mind. At least, it was becoming twisted.
She had seen his way and immediately chosen it over ShadowClan's beliefs, unable to resist the rush and adventure he was offering.
Then she had proved herself a worthy partner by coming up ith several ploys. This one happened to be included in her array of ideas. She had told him that in the event that they were overheard or caught before the plan was ready to be revealed, she should play begging and innocent to convince any witnesses to stay quiet. She could even pretend to be threatened my Bloodheart if need be.
He had even adjusted the plan at her suggestion, deciding that she would play a main part in convincing and talking to reluctant members. Dewdrop was a very trusted cat, and Bloodheart was lucky that he'd been the first to bring out her devious side.
She was cocky and extremely seductive when she wanted to be, making Bloodheart get hot with just a simple gesture or comment.
Now her swinging gait was attracting his attention greatly, holding his eyes to her gently swaying hips as she padded casually away from Pinepelt, who still cowered alone. Bloodheart's gaze pulled grudgingly to the old warrior, taking in his quiet shuddering as he wondered what was going to happen to him.
Pinepelt was much older than Bloodheart, and no one doubted that he would soon move into the elder's den. It was a shame that such a respected figure in the Clan had to be eliminated, but it wasn't as if elders really did anything but grouch and complain.
Bloodheart resolved to take care of the problem as soon as possible; Dewdrop's warning would only hold his tongue for so long.
Besides, Pinepelt would be a good example when they came out of the shadows, "they" being Bloodheart, his followers, and Dewdrop, who couldn't be registered as a mindless helper.
She'd long ago told him that she refused to become a tool in the operation; she would oversee it with him, and when it was carried out, she would have a position of power in the new order.
Bloodheart wasn't sure whether he would permit her to rule with him or simply be his deputy, but something told him she would never agree to be under his power.
There happened to be great potential for a partnership, though, so perhaps he could allow her to reign beside him. Originally Bloodheart had wanted to recruit everyone he could, and then destroy anyone smart or evil enough to challenge him, but now that it came to it, he knew that it would be impossible for him to kill Dewdrop.
They were both extremely useful to each other, and some sort of warped connection had formed between the two warriors, one that the Clan was beginning to notice (He would have to dispel that).
They were in this together, and even he couldn't betray that.
"Dewdrop," Bloodheart, meowed casually, moving to his own nest. "Do you realize that you just ensured Pinepelt's death with that one careless sentence?"
He kept his voice even, careful not to sound angry, which he wasn't. This was all about Dewdrop's answer. The stunning cat yawned widely, showing off an array of sparkling white teeth before she answered.
"Honestly, I couldn't care less." She was totally serious as she licked a paw lazily, swiping it over her ears casually. "That old bag always treated me like a kit, anyway. Deserves what he gets."
Her gaze was clear and steady as she watched him, grooming her shoulders slowly. She flicked her ears slightly and settled onto the pine convered ground, wrapping her tail about her delicate paws.
Bloodheart blinked at her, wondering at how she always seemed so unbothered by things. He knew that she truly did not care when or how Pinepelt met his end now, and it was the last thing he needed to now about her conviction. Dewdrop was definitely trustworthy.
If he asked, she would probably kill Pinepelt herself. But the deputy knew that when the Clan learned of Pinepelt's death, they would search for the cause, and if that led to Dewdrop, his plan to win them over could be ruined, since the rest of his volunteers were shady males.
Gristletooth was the most obvious choice for an assassin; he was large, skilled, and totally cold-hearted, not to mention he and Bloodheart had been best friends since kithood.
Many had argued that when Bloodheart's and Gristletooth's litter had been simountaneously born, the medicine cat had mixed up the kits and split the two "brothers" apart.
It was true that they looked related, both broad shouldered and with thick black fur. Gristletooth's eyes were a muddied amber instead of ruby red, though, and his pelt was purely ink black, lacking in the electric stripes that ran down Bloodheart's body.
The faithful cat had been the first to hear of Bloodheart's plans, and therefore, had been the first to agree. Together they'd recruited Harkwing and Mountainclaw, two sturdy and dull warriors who were all too willing to follow Bloodheart as long as he promised them any prey or cats that they liked when they helped him take over.
Now that Dewdrop had joined, they were a band of five, which was perfect.
Bloodheart had already decided that this would be the inner circle, and any cat turned over to their side after this night would be a lesser. Sure, he could make them think that they were in on the whole operation, but they'd be nothing but mindless followers.
Even Harkwing and Mountainclaw could be categorized under that label, and Bloodheart admitted that he had told Dewdrop and Gristletooth much more of his plans.
Tail swishing, he thought of Pinepelt. Bloodheart guessed that he would try to think of a plan to save himself and tell the Clan leader, but it was pointless. His death was fast approaching, and Vinestar would be numb to his pleas anyway.
Within a moon, the Clan would be his. Theirs, maybe.
Tonight the plan would be unvieled clearly to all of his team, all at once.
Mountainclaw, Gristletooth and Harkwing were on their way now. Bloodheart's tail swished in annoyance; if they didn't arrive soon the forest would come down.
His thick tail had barely made it's third pass over the dusty ground when a blur sped into the clearing, coming to a stop just behind Dewdrop. The huge cat padded up beside her with big strides, his monstrous paws thumping loudly.
Mountainclaw blinked his icy blue eyes, which were set deep into his solemn face.
"Greetings, Bloodheart."
His sharp mew was formal as he took a seat. He ignored Dewdrop, earning himself a cold glare from the she-cat. Bloodheart ignored the tension and leaped up onto a fallen log, standing tall as Harkwing and Gristletooth an Harking entered together from the wall of pines. They both greeted him and sat down, awaiting his words.
Harkwing looked impatient, his orange-tinged amber eyes darting around. His light ginger fur was standing up a little, making the smaller tom seem larger than he was. Bloodheart opened his jaws and began to explain.
"You all are part of a new order. Together we will take over this Clan and turn it into a beautiful thing. Soon, you will all be able to fuck whichever she-cat or tom you like, whenever you like. Life will be free like it's never been before. But first, you must help me. Here is our plan: every one of you will fuck every single night. I will assign you a cat, and you'll seduce them. Make them love sex so much that they'd give up the warrior code for it. Rape them if you have to; they'll come around. Once every warrior in the clan has been fucked by a member of this team, then they'll all be ready. Soon we can make it more open, and eventually we can reveal it to the Clan and create a new code."
There was a question in Mountainclaw's eyes, and Bloodheart went on steadily in answer.
"Anyone who resists must be killed. After all, one arrogant cat could ruin our dream. The first one to die must be Vinestar."
The Clan deputy let this sink in, seeing that there wasn't one spark of doubt in any cat's eyes. "After that, Pinepelt. He has overheard our plan and has threatened to tell the Clan and have all of us banned. This is the only way to silence him."
There were a few nods of agreement from Dewdrop and Gristletooth, who both disliked the aging warrior. Harkwing and Mountainclaw were indifferent. They were as cold as they were useful.
Bloodheart knew that he could continue preaching to them, but it would soon be time to break apart and find their assigned Clan members. He'd been hoping for some more time with Dewdrop, but there was somone that he needed her to secure anyway, and he was tired. While the other four cats did their work, he'd be in his nest.
"All right. Now, I'm going to give you your cats. Dewdrop, you get Yarrowfoot."
The young she-cat twisted her face in disgust, an objection on the tip of her tongue.
"I know that he's an elder, but may I remind you that he's a new one. You're the only one who can do this."
Dewdrop nodded slowly and rose, stalking off before Bloodheart gave her permission to leave. He didn't care; he couldn't blame her for not wanting to fuck with Yarrowfoot. The newly dubbed elder was a gluttonous fool.
"Mountainclaw, you can have Larksong." The dapple-furred tom nodded and loped off, no doubt pleased that he could fuck a healthy, sleek warrior.
"Gristletooth, you get Mintleaf. Harkwing, Otterpelt."
The ginger pelted warrior didn't look overly pleased with this, but all the same he bowed his head and streaked off into the forest, probably dreading Otterpelt's sharp tongue. The experienced warrior would whip it out as soon as he woke her, no matter how subtly he did so.
Meanwhile, Mountainclaw had drifted off into the trees, knowing that he'd have plenty of fun with Mintleaf, one of Dewdrop's friends. She was bouncy and airheaded, therefore easy to convince of just about anything. Larksong was similar, not to mention that she'd liked Gristletooth for some time.
Bloodheart had thought over these matches thoroughly, deciding that this was the best way to do it.
After tonight, the toms could continue fucking their she-cats to keep them devoted and Dewdrop could pretend to be attracted to Yarrowfoot for a little longer. Soon every warrior would be convinced, which was a good percentage of the Clan, not to mention the strongest.
Then, the takeover would begin.
Yarrowfoot's eyes were half-closed as he allowed Dewdrop to lead him through the forest. Her tail drifted around his body lightly, guiding him surely. The elder was still half asleep, but he was certainly alert enough to wonder what was going on.
He'd followed Dewdrop out of his den and into ShadowClan's territory on instinct, thinking that something important was happening. But the forest was calm as she padded soundlessly on in front of him, thinking over was she was about to do. It was disgusting in every way, but still necessary.
Yarrowfoot was an idiot, but if he backed up their plan the youngest cats would listen.
The pair came to a stop in another clearing, different than the other one Dewdrop had been in the same night. This small area housed a luscious bed of moss and some fresh-kill was even stored beside a tree somewhere. The pretty female turned around to face Yarrowfoot and spoke softly, pretending to be nervous.
"Y-Yarrowfoot, I have something to tell you."
The heavy tom squinted at her and asked grouchily, "What?"
"Well, er- maybe we should eat something before I tell you."
This was an offer that the elder couldn't refuse, and at Dewdrop's beckon he walked over to the moss and sat down, watching as she retrieved a small vole from it's hiding place. She pushed it over to him and watched as he tucked in, greedily ripping away at the juicy flesh.
When he was done, Dewdrop sat close to him and said, "You know, I've always thought you were really attractive."
This took Yarrowfoot by surprise, but that couldn't stifle the self-pleasure that rose up in his chest at her statement.
"I mean, all the other toms are nice," continued the "anxious" she-cat, "but you're different. I'll have to take a mate soon, though."
Disappointment was dripping from her voice as she went on, meeting his eyes. "I-I just want to feel something amazing before I end up with a weak cat that won't give me anything. Do you get what I'm saying?"
Yarrowfoot's mouth had gone dry by this point as he considered what she was implying. A nod was all he could produce. "I want you to mate with me."
The actual request knocked him off balance, but he was brought back to earth when Dewdrop turned around and crouched, looking over her shoulder at him.
"Show me, Yarrowfoot," she mewed seductively, pushing her hips up. As expected, the elder couldn't fight with himself long, and soon he was thinking of what he could do with this beautiful female. The thoughts aroused him, and a familiar tingling sparked in his abdomen. He wanted more than anything to climb onto Dewdrop, but first....
"I guess that I could," he said casually, acting as if he were doing her a huge favour. "Turn over."
Dewdrop rolled so that her belly was facing up to the sky, her legs splayed on either side of her. Yarrowfoot approached, eyeing her pussy in the dying light. She was trying hard to get wet but soon he'd be helping her along.
The big tom approached her slowly, then climbed on top of her, his breath quickening. His cock slid out as she whimpered a little at him, looking sexily at him through wide eyes.
He lowered himself tiny bit and began rubbing his dick against her opening, moaning as it caused him to harden and begin throbbing expectantly. She made noises of pleasure as he pushed the tip of his cock into her pussy, then retracted it slowly, breathing heavier than before.
He moved suddenly, scooting forwards so that his huge penis was right in front of Dewdrop's face. Without a word he dropped down on her and shoved it into her open mouth, groaning intensely as she choked on it.
She began to move her tongue around the thick shaft, nipping at it slightly to cause him pain. He rocked his hips, driving his dick further into her mouth. She sucked on it hard, beginning to feel her pussy moistening at the thought of this warm rod inside of her. Her hips moved a little in sync with her tongue as she massaged his penis passionately, moaning for extra effect.
His sounds began to quicken as she got rougher and rougher, grinding her teeth against the veined skin, which was swelling noticeably. He yelped loudly as she nipped again.
"Oh, Dewdrop," he breathed, wishing for more. She rolled her tongue about his saturated dick, elicting some salty liquid from the tip of it. She swallowed that quickly and opened her jaws wide as he came into her mouth, not bothering to pull out as she was forced to swallow it all.
He drew it out and stood for a second as she drank up his thick semen. It was actually delicious, and Dewdrop swiped her tongue around her jaws as she cleaned the last of the cum from her muzzle.
She flipped herself over and moved her tail out of the way, revealing her pussy to him, which was soaked with juices already.
"Please," she moaned passionately, moving just so that her vagina squelched. This had the desired effect on Yarrowfoot, and he climbed onto her clumsily, trying to position himself. His cock was still dripping as he slid it against her pussy once again, letting it move smoothly around her ready opening.
"Oh, please," Dewdrop groaned, gasping as he suddenly thrust himself in, his slippery penis sliding pleasureably into her tight pussy.
"Yes!" She wailed as he pulled out slightly and pushed back in with a grunt of satisfaction, repeating the motion with more and more vigour. He began speeding up, grasping her smooth scruff with his teeth as he rode her hard. He pumped into her almost viciously, enjoying the sound of their hips smacking together every time his dick drove up into her folds.
He speared into her centre with each hit, making her screech and cry with pleasure. She forgot completely that he was a disgusting elder as he fucked her hard, gaining speed gradually.
"Uh, uh-" His crazed grunts were right in her ear as she gritted her teeth and clawed at the earth, anticipating the orgasm that was fast approaching. His huge shaft filled her so well that she couldn't decide whether she wanted that or not, but it wasn't for her to decide anyway.
She could only rise up to meet him as he humped her madly, running his dull claws through her shining pelt. He came into her, thrusting in one last time before he exploded and his creams burst out of his penis and surged up into her.
He yowled as he rode it out, cumming for a long time before she finally came and moaned in ecstasy. He fell onto her crushingly and once more Dewdrop was reminded of his weight. He caught his breath for a second then rolled off, letting his cock come into contact with the cool air.
It still leaked juices as he copied Dewdrop's earlier position, laying on his back and letting his limbs fall out of the way. His huge cock glistened in the moonlight and Dewdrop rose shakily, crouching back down to put her mouth over it and clean the semen right off.
He groaned happily and Dewdrop grinned at him, climbing on top. She sunk down onto him, not letting his dick enter her just yet. She laid on top of him and ground against his body, licking his face and neck.
She slid her loose pussy over his cock gently and sighed hard, closing her eyes in bliss. She began moving up and down, forwards and backwards as she drove him up into her with her own force. The big tom barely moved as she writhed on top of him in a second orgasm, falling onto his body with his cock still pushed up her vagina. They lay like that for a long time, then Dewdrop rose and got off of him, astonished to find that he'd fallen asleep.
"Mouse-brain," she muttered shakily, and stalked away slowly, leaving him there in a puddle of his own cum.
The Next Day
Inkpaw and Greenpaw sat together in front of the fresh-kill pile, gossiping louder than necessary. The two young toms were full of energy, and Bloodheart figured that when the time came they could embrace their new way of life quite easily. Until then, he'd have to put them up to something.
The Clan Deputy padded over to them and assigned them both to the dusk patrol, which was almost ready to leave. The two were still chirping as they headed off to find their mentors.
"Oh, I hope we're not out on patrol when Applethorn's kits come," mewed Greenpaw worriedly, totally serious as he fretted over the pregnant queen. "Let's hurry, alright?"
"Yeah, but we shouldn't rush on patrols. We could miss a sign of invasion or something," commented his brother, Inkpaw.
Greenpaw gasped and replied as they padded out of earshot, almost at the warrior's den.
Bloodheart's eyes lit with amusement at their dumb chatter. He himself barely knew Applethorn, but she was the daughter of Vinestar, so every cat respected her to some extent. Her mate Jetstream was a kind warrior, and even Bloodheart liked him. He should be kept alive, provided that he didn't resist too much.
Jetstream himself was just entering the medicine cat's den, his dark blue eyes clouded with worry and excitement as his dark fur fluffed out the tiniest bit. He entered the den and reemerged moments later after Horseleg, ShadowClan's medicine cat, ordered him out, saying that it was better for Applethorn if he let her rest. He looked angry, but it was mostly feeding off of the fact that he couldn't do anything to help his extremely pregnant mate.
Bloodheart moved from the apprentice's den and approached him.
"Jetsream, I know you're worried about Applethorn, but you need to focus on helping the Clan. Why don't you join the midnight border patrol?"
The warrior nodded uncertainly, eyes wandering back to the den where his mate lay.
"Okay. Thanks, Bloodheart." Bloodheart tried to look humble, though it was hardly his nature. "Of course," he answered curtly, and turned around to observe camp as Jetstream bounded off to join Inkpaw and Greenpaw.
The patrol lingered at the camp entrance for a while, talking over some fresh-kill as they waited for the sun the dip below the horizon. Bloodheart guessed that they had nothing better to do than wait for dusk and headed for the cave that was Vinestar's den.
He entered slowly, wrinkling his nose at the stench that attacked him as soon as he padded inside. It was sickly and old, emnating off of ShadowClan's leader intensely. The old cat lay in his nest, looking as frail as a newborn kit.
"Vinestar?" Bloodheart's deep mew echoed off of the walls, surrounding them both. Vinestar didn't move.
Carefully, Bloodheart picked his way forwards until he stood before his leader. His heart beat erratically as he leaned forwards, seeing that the old cat's chest lay still. He pressed a monstrous paw to Vinestar's chest, waiting with his breath held. He couldn't name the emotion that came over him as he waited for a sign of life. Was this it? The end of the great, valiant Vinestar?
A racking movement beneath his pad. Vinestar drew a hazardous breath, his ribcage shaking with the effort as his body fought to keep him alive.
"Mouse-dung!" Bloodheart's hiss was barely audible, and he almost surprised himself with the urge to claw the old bag of bones open on the spot. No.
He had to wait, incorporate Vinestar into his plan. A puppet leader was exactly what they needed. No blood must be spilled just yet.
He rose out of his crouch and backed away from Vinestar, deciding it was best to leave him in sleep, when he was safest. The deputy stood in the fermenting cave for a second longer before stalking out and forcing himself to tear his mind from the awesome feeling of his thorn-sharp claws ripping through flesh, drawing delicious screams from his helpless victims. A shudder ran through his body, cleansing it of it's tormenting thoughts.
Bloodheart emerged from the leader's den and took a breath of sweet air, drinking in the scent of pine that lay around ShadowClan territory. He blinked and looked up at the sky once more, realizing that twilight was upon them.
He decided to visit Applethorn; it was important to earn the trust of the Clan's only queen before he rose to power. She would be especially suspicious and protective of her kits when they were born, and if he convinced her that he was a strong leader that would provide a safe habitat for them, she'd be in his grasps.
Bloodheart headed towards Horseleg's den, preparing himself mentally. The scent of herbs reached him as he neared the wide, open entrance, almost as strong as that of Vinestar's cave.
Applethorn lay inside, her swollen belly bulging out on the moss as she breathed deeply. Her long cream-coloured fur was well groomed as ever, and her pale green eyes were half closed. The queen's bushy tail swept across the earth impatiently, creating a small, exact area that was free of dirt and needles.
Applethorn was beautiful, known for her calm, well-tempered aura. When she was an apprentice, the Clan leader's daughter had saved two kits after a devastating fox attack, taking control of the situation when her jumpy mentor had panicked and been killed. Many had praised her level-headedness after that, and Applethorn was still respected for her heritage and courageous acts. Now, for the first time in her life, the she-cat looked impatient.
Bloodheart couldn't imagine being weighed down like that for so long; he didn't blame her.
As he entered Horseleg shot him a strange look, and the deputy had to refrain himself from staring the young cat down. Horseleg was a small, dark brown tom with long legs and a lithe body. His amber eyes were sharp and intelligent, narrowing at Bloodheart as he greeted Applethorn warmly. The medicine cat nodded curtly to the warrior and continued sorting herbs, turning away abruptly.
Bloodheart would have liked to list him as a cat that needed to be eliminated, but Horseleg was an extremely talented tom, and ShadowClan couldn't afford to kill off their only herb-smart member. All the same, he would have to be watched.
Later, Bloodheart took Vinestar out into the forest alone, supposedly for a simple walk and maybe some hunting. The Clan leader couldn't hunt for himself any more though, so Bloodheart swiped a couple of squirrels for them both to share.
Vinestar's green eyes were half closed and droopy as they ate, and his tail was limp throughout the whole time. Bloodheart watched him closely. His striped pelt was even more ragged than before, and Bloodheart could tell that something was bothering Vinestar other than his declining health.
"Is their something you need to tell me, Vinestar?" Bloodheart voice was even, but any cat could see the dangerous glint in his eye as she sized up his leader.
"Yes," answered Vinestar creakily. "Lately I've been having my doubts about the Clan, Bloodheart. I think it may be time for some change."
The old cat finished his meal and buried the bones slowly as Bloodheart deciphered his words. This didn't sound good for him or his plans.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean," meowed Vinestar, "That tomorrow I'm going to revoke your status as Clan deputy."
The mouse bone in Bloodheart's mouth thumped to the ground as his jaw dropped open. He closed his mouth and stared at Vinestar, who's dark green eyes were sharper than ever. He seemed more poised than a warrior of StarClan at the moment, looking straight into his Deputy's eyes without doubt.
"I'm sorry, Bloodheart, but I don't think that you're the right choice for it. You're still too young to rule the Clan when I die." Bloodheart blinked and scowled with anger at this statement, about ready to explode with the sudden news.
"Who will replace me?"
"Pinepelt, obviously," replied Vinestar. "Most likely he will make Oakroot his deputy. But perhaps after his rule is done you'll have your turn."
Bloodheart's veins surged with adrenaline as he rose and towered over the leader, glaring openly down at him. His claws were itching to unsheath and tear through Vinestar's flesh.
"Please, I'd like you to understand that this isn't your fault."
As his last word echoed among the trees, Pinepelt himself stepped out of the forest and approached them. Unlike Vinestar, he seemed nervous and twitchy, avoiding eye contact with Bloodheart out of fear. His light brown pelt was fluffed slightly as he padded up, stopping beside Vinestar.
"It's for the best, Bloodheart," he mewed quietly. This sent Bloodheart's brain whirling. Had Pinepelt actually gotten through to Vinestar? If so, everything he'd worked so hard for would be ruined. Unless, of course, he stopped this before it trully began.
A madness lit in Bloodheart's ruby-red eyes as they narrowed dangerously. His huge form swelled in size as he lifted a paw and extended his claws, launching himself onto Vinestar's frail body.
He may have acted tough, but it still wasn't difficult to slice deep through Vinestar's shoulder. A cry of pain erupted from the tom's mouth, which sent Pinepelt flying towards Bloodheart, who swatted him away like a persisent fly. The warrior landed awkwardly on the ground and shuddered as Bloodheart delivered another blow to Vinestar, cuffing his head almost mockingly.
"You know, Vinestar, I think I might just have to knock all of those silly notions out of your head," he snarled maliciously. He pinned the small cat down and scratched his belly numerous times, leaving a flurry of angry red lines on the delicate skin. Vinestar wailed pathetically, much to loud. Bloodheart cut him off with a swift blow to the throat, clawing open his neck viciously.
The scream quickly faded into gurgling as his windpipe was cut off. Bloodheart sliced his neck again for good measure, waiting for several minutes until the Clan leader's blood stopped bubbling up out of his throat in a sad attemp to breath. Within seconds, Vinestar was dead.
Bloodheart barely had time to glorify himself before a sharp movement to his right distracted him. Pinepelt had found his legs and was staring in horror at the blood-crazed warrior standing only a couple of fox tails from him.
Something clicked in his mind and Pinepelt shot off into the trees, pelting towards camp at breakneck speed. Bloodheart's eyes hardened further and he loped after him, determined to murder another cat before moonhigh.
Oakroot jumped as his old mentor sped into camp, almost bowling into him. Pinepelt didn't even apologize as he stumbled past and into the middle of camp with a booming shout.
"Everyone, listen to me!"
Most of the Clan stopped what they were doing to stare at the old warrior, wondering why he would be yelling so crazily. Several cats poked their heads out of their dens to see what was going on.
"Every cat, gather here now! Vinestar is dead!" Shocked gasps chorused from each ShadowClan cat as the news reached their ears. Several let out muffled sobs while others just stuck their heads together and murmured frantically.
Mintleaf and Larksong stood together with wide eyes, wondering what do do with themselves. Immediately Larksong began to look around for Bloodheart. He would know what to do, if Pinepelt's announcement proved solid. Mintleaf followed suit, realizing quickly that the Clan deputy was on patrol.
The air-headed she cat was on the verge of panic as Bloodheart burst into camp breathing heavily. He bounded towards Pinepelt, who back away hurriedly. He seemed terrified for some reason.
Mintleaf could relate as she remembered the horror that had filled her mind last night. After that had come the pleasure, which she still thirsted for hours later. She hadn't allowed herself to even glance at Mountainclaw, for fear that she might just race over to him and tackle the handsome tom. Now he was moving from the warrior's den to join Bloodheart as he approached Pinepelt, who was stuttered madly.
"I-It was m-mur-" He was cut off as Gristletooth appeared out of nowhere and tackled him from behind, pinning him and shoving his face into the dirt. Both Mintleaf and Larksong gasped at the sudden display of violence.
"What's going on here?!" A cat yelled over the angry and scared mews. Mintleaf recognized Oakroot's meow easily.
Bloodheart seemed to be smirking as he raised his tail for slience. Out of habit, most of the Clan fell silent. They all drifted out into camp and formed a crowd in front of Bloodheart, Gristletooth and Pinepelt.
There was total silence as everyone shifted for a better view of the happenings and settled in, wary of the huge cats in front of them. Harkwing shouldered through the crowd, joining them just as Mountainclaw caught up. The four large toms all stood together, with Gristletooth still occupied.
Then, to the shock of the whole Clan, Dewdrop squeezed out between Horseleg and Oakroot to join the formidable band. She seemed all the more beautiful as she stood beside all of those gruff warriors, her small form glowing in the moonlight. Her silvery eyes were alight as she gazed out over ShadowClan.
Their small numbers verged on pathetic, but who said that that was a bad thing? They would just work harder to produce more kits. She tried to look sincere and trustworthy, but several of her Clanmates gazes were hanging on the dangerous males behind her. Bloodheart had been planning on allowing her to give them the speech, but he couldn't resist. He joined Dewdrop in front of the tousling group and began speaking immediately.
"My Clanmates. Something horrible has happened. Pinepelt speaks the truth; Vinestar has died."
Less gasps than before. Many had already realized that Pinepelt was telling the truth. Now they just wanted to know why he was being so viciously constrained.
"That means that I will step up to take his place as Clan leader. I promise you that I will make ShadowClan better than it's ever been, but before you can be a part of that, I must lay down some new rules."
This sparked plenty of muttering from Yarrowfoot and the apprentices, while wiser cats that wanted to know what was happening stayed quiet. They awaited his next words impatiently, not having decided whether this was a thing to celebrate or dread.
"First, I have decided to choose Gristletooth, Mountainclaw, Harkwing and Dewdrop as my deputies. They are of higher status than any other warriors and will be treated with respect."
Again, murmurs and gasps from the crowd of cats. "How can that be right?" mewed Larksong loudly, almost afraid to speak out. "Doesn't the warrior code say that a Clan leader must have a deputy, not deputies?"
"That brings me to the second rule," answered Bloodheart firmly. "The warrior code no longer binds this Clan."
Immediately shouts and furious yowls erupted from the small crowd, making Dewdrop want to flatten her ears and crawl under a rock until the noise ceased. She made herself wait it out patiently along with Bloodheart. Finally ShadowClan saw that he was waiting to speak and reluctantly stemmed the flow of sound, leaving a thick coat of tension in the air.
"This is a good thing. I will replace it with another code, a better one. After all, StarClan didn't know what was to come when they told us the old warrior code. This one shall be adapted to our needs."
That calmed everyone a bit; he made it sound like some small adjustments, not a total change, which was exactly what was planned. "I won't waste time explaining this in detail, so listen carefully. Every cat in this Clan will fuck as much as they want. At any time they want. The males with be dominant, though. They cannot be forced to."
Mintleaf, Larksong, Otterpelt and Yarrowfoot all had mixed emotions running through them, but they'd all already decided that they wanted something like what Bloodheart was explaining.
Oakroot, Jetstream, Horseleg, Inkpaw, Greenpaw and Dirtpaw were confused; they'd never heard of what Bloodheart was proposing.
"Fucking isn't something you've all experienced, so I'll kindly give you an example," meowed Bloodheart with a grin. He searched the crowd and rested his gaze on Dirtpaw, the Clan's only female apprentice other than Pricklepaw, Inkpaw's sister. He knew that she was ready to become a warrior, and Harkwing was her mentor. He'd been planning to have her warrior ceremony for some time now.
He watched coldly as Bloodheart said, "Dirtpaw, come here."
The apprentice approached slowly, weaving her way painfully through the sea of cats. She slunk up to Bloodheart and struggled to meet his eyes, which were dark and contemptuous.
"Yes, Bloodheart?" Her mew was soft and shaky, but she tried to hide it as the whole Clan was watching her expectantly. Bloodheart stared at her for a tense moment, then swung his head over and looked at his followers.
"Gristletooth," he beckoned, and the smudgy grey tom loped over, first making sure that Mountainclaw had taken over restraining Pinepelt. "Please demonstrate," the new Clan leader told his deputy, gesturing towards Dirtpaw. Gristletooth wordlessly approached her and told her emotionlessly, "Spin around and crouch."
The terrified apprentice did as she was told and sunk to the earth, all too aware that something important was about to happen. She suppressed a shudder as Gristletooth's weight suddenly came down onto her back. His huge cock was already hard as he grasped her scruff too tight and made sure that every cat was watching. No one made a move to stop him.
Gristletooth shoved his dick into Dirtpaw's tight pussy, pushing it in far and hard as she screeched in agony. The apprentice's claws unsheathed and she tried in vain to claw away as Gristletooth pulled out, making her shudder in relief. Another shriek ripped out of her as he pushed back in with a powerful grunt, holding her in place.
Dirtpaw squeezed her eyes shut against the shocked faces of her Clanmates as Gristletooth began to settle into a fast rhythm, ripping her open. Wet noises came from his gigantic penis slid in and out of her bloody vagina, which was stretching horribly under the pressure. He moved forwards and backwards, up and down, thrusting into her wildly.
ShadowClan watched in appalled horror as Dirtpaw began rubbing herself against him, groaning and yowling in a mix of pleasure and pain. She pushed upwards to meet him, failing to construct words as random noises spilled from her parted jaws. Gristletooth only drove harder, hitting her in a terribly sweet spot every time his dick rushed through her folds.
Bloodheart looked at the toms of ShadowClan: Inkpaw and Greenpaw, held by the scene unfolding in from of them, jaws open, Jetstream, looking away in disgust even as he moved his paws to cover the arousal that was spreading through him, and Yarrowfoot, who stared hungrily at the two, his shrivelled old dick poking out noticably. Pricklepaw snorted at him in disgust and shuffled away, recieving a vengeful glare. She wouldn't be a virgin for long.
Gristletooth came, his salty cream pumping up through Dirtpaw's gaping pussy. She wailed in ecstasy and came too, spilling liquid up too the base of Gristletooth's cock and falling onto the ground. He dismounted as she panted, blinking away the hunger in his eyes and returning to Bloodheart's side, where he began smoothing down his scruff.
Bloodheart nodded in approval and noticed that Yarrowfoot could barely contain himself, looking ready to rush over and fuck Dirtpaw himself as she shuddered on the ground. Slowly she stood up, afraid to look up at her Clanmates. Her tail was tucked between her legs with shame.
Bloodheart called her and she slunk over, a fleck of soil sticking to her wet nose. Her honey brown eyes were frightened as he towered over her. "You've just earned your warrior name," he said admiringly, with a dark edge. There was silence.
"I hereby name you Dirtnose," he announced, looking over her ruffled fur, it's usual sheen nowhere to be found. Dirtnose lowered her head even further, listening to the silence that followed. No cat cheered or chanted her new name.
"You are dismissed," he meowed, and the new warrior whirled around fast as lightning and shot away, scuttling shamefully into the warrior's den. Once she was gone he yowled, "That is how an apprentice get's their warrior name. Fuck or be fucked. If you want to be a true part of this Clan, I suggest you follow suit."
And with that, he spun around and sauntered into the leader's den, his posse following solemnly. ShadowClan stood together, wondering what in StarClan was going to happen to them. But not even StarClan could turn this around.
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