Twilight stood in a line, with the other cats to die. Her dark tail was curled around her paws, waiting for her own father to approach her to kill her. Unbeknownst to the cats standing and facing the young cats, behind the cats, where the rest of the gang –eagerly awaiting watching the "Deatheyes" squirm and die as the poison ran into their veins-, was a group of amber-eyed 6-9 moon olds. Twilight and the other "Deatheyes" were the only other cats aware of them. They were the ones who would save her and her friends. But right now, her destruction had to begin, before it stopped abruptly, the tables turned on these evil amber-eyed cats. And this was the leader of the CS gang's matter to address. The strong black and white male, Bone, leaped to the top of a closed dumpster, deep amber eyes sweeping over the gang.
"Welcome to the ceremony of the Deatheyes." Said his deep, booming voice. Twilight shivered slightly, hating the sound of his voice, wanting to kill him with every ounce of her being. She tried to ignore the chilly sounds of his voice, wriggling in the vine chains that held her strong back legs. The leader then spoke again
"Would the father of each Deatheye come forward, and prepare their claws." he hissed gently, looking bored. Twilight watched as her own father, Gash, stepped forward, dipping his paws in the poison that sunk into cats wounds to kill them. Twilight tensed her muscles, preparing for the young cats behind her to slash their claws over the vines.. She stared up at Bone, who then yowled "BEGIN!" Twilight saw Gash leap towards her, his purple claws dripping as he went straight to claw at her neck. Twilight turned her weight to her back legs, trusting Aspen and his friends to do their job. She rolled backwards, feeling both cats on her sides do the same, following through with the plan. The young gray she-cat heard a hiss go through the crowd of fathers, as she looked around. Smaller cats balance on bigger cats, she thought, remembering her plan. The young she-cat tensed her muscles, landing on Aspens back easily, with another young she-cat "Hey Leaf..." she mumbled to the green-eyed she-cat who had been Aspen's love since they were 5 moons old. The sweet little she-cat nodded swiftly to Twilight. The eight Deatheyes were on the backs of the five big male cats, Twilight thought with satisfaction. Everyone was out.
They ran and they ran. Twilight clung to Aspens back hard as she could, feeling her fur whipping around wildly in the wind. The CS cats seemed stunned, too much to even stop them as they ran, turned a couple corners, and were out. Twilight felt herself fall to the grassy floor, glancing around the field. It seemed they had all lived. Cats were getting up now, and Twilight could see some cats intertwining tails and purring. She smiled lightly. She had done a good thing. The lithe she-cat smiled at Aspen, who didn't seem to notice her, gently joking and purring with Leaf. Twilight rolled her eyes slightly, seeing another Deatheye approaching her, his strange silver eyes suspicious. Twilight thought a moment, trying to remember his unfamiliar face. This was Rouge, the tom who had always been considered deadly amongst the Deatheyes, a strategist and a hardhead. He was large and muscular, the only Deatheye who had just run out on his own, with no help of the amber' eyes cats. He looked at Twilight, who gave a slight smile, which he didn't return. He quietly spoke, his large jaws showing razor teeth.
"So, what now?"