Here's the prologue to start us off. Enjoy!

Prologue

Ice awoke, gasping for air.

What just happened?

She was running from a bunch of cats yowling about her killing their family and friends.

Shaking herself, she realized how ridiculous that was. It was just a dream. She stood up from her spot under the stacked cardboard boxes and stepped outside.

It was another regular day in the Twolegplace. Cats were fighting and it reeked of rotten crowfood. Ice nodded to the two guard-cats by her side. They were loyal to her and the Cobras. She padded across her alley and spotted Terror screeching away at two intruders.

"Get out of Cobra territory before I claw all your throats out." She hissed, brown tail lashing. Ice felt a slight twinge of pleasure at her sister's cruelty. Terror, when they were younger, was always the weak one. Now she's one of the most trusted Cobras Ice has.

"Here, sister, I'll deal with them." Terror whirled around and dipped her head in greeting. Ice bared her teeth. She could tell that the rogues were already shrinking at her appearance. One of them, a large gray tabby, stepped forward. Ice assumed he was the leader.

"I am Fang. This alleyway belongs to us and we have come to take it back." He snarled. Ice was not intimidated by the least.

"Alright, Fang." Ice mewed sweetly and took one pace back. "Take one more step into my territory and then you may take this whole alley back." The rogues exchanged confused glances. Ice twitched her whiskers. "Are you coming, or are you too scared?" She pressed. Fang started to pad forward.

"If you insist, I will-" In a split second, the tom was on the ground, his throat open and mouth foaming. Ice's right claw was dripping with blood. Terror let out a small mewl of satisfaction. The rest of the rogues started backing up.

"Who wants to go next?" Ice asked, giving her paw a little lick for further effect, but the rest of the cats had already ran off.

"That was brilliant, sister." Terror said, eyes gleaming. Ice appreciated the compliment, but knew this would've ended sooner if her sister weren't so sympathetic.

"I suppose. Next time, attack them before I get here." She snapped, and pounced away.

Ice walked down her strip of territory, glaring at all the old cats and mothers begging for food, until she reached Burn. Burn was very special; she came from the Faraway Lands, where no rogue has ventured. She came searching for a home, and Ice was kind enough to offer her a place in the Cobras. She stepped inside the shaggy dumpster they were living in and grimaced. Burn looked frail and thin, and her two kits, Raven and Fighter, were squirming around. "Burn, wake up." Ice ordered, her tone hard. The ginger she-cat blinked up at her.

"Oh, hello, Ice. Welcome to our den." She croaked. Fighter let out a small mewl.

"So you're sure Raven has magical powers, right?" Ice said sharply. Burn nodded.

"She lifted several mice from the dumpster this morning. I saw it with my own two eyes." The mother responded, somewhat proudly. Ice cackled.

"Tomorrow, bring Raven to my den and she will live with me from now on. You and Fighter will be given fresh-kill for a reward." Burn's eyes widened. Well, what's she waiting for? Nobody can resist an offer so kind, Ice thought impatiently. Burn looked back to Raven.

"Of course." She mewed softly. Ice nodded. That's what I thought. She cannot disobey her oath. She pounced out from the stinking den. Now for some hunting.

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Ice watched gleefully as Burn, Fighter, and Raven all marched up to her. "As I promised, Ice." Burn bowed, and nudged Raven forward. The small kit looked frightened, but Ice was pleased by her lack of protest.

"Good. Hello, Raven. You're going to be my new best friend." She said, blue eyes flashing. "Burn and Fighter, help yourselves to something in my fresh-kill pile." Of course, there was nothing much in the fresh-kill pile. Just a few skimpy mice and a squirrel or two. Ice and Terror had already eaten most of it that morning. The she-cat and her kit both picked up some meat and padded out, both glancing miserably behind them. Once they were off, Ice turned to Raven. "Now, you are going to rule the Cobras beside me as an equal. However, before that can happen, you must swear your oath." The little kit shivered, but her voice was bold.

"How will I do that?" Ice yowled for her guard-cats, and once they came, she picked up one of Raven's tiny paws.

"First, I will draw your blood." Ice slit a tiny slash one the leg, and Raven winced. "Next, you will repeat after me. I am loyal to my leader and her family."

"I am loyal to my leader and her family." Raven repeated, horrified, as blood started dripping to the ground.

"I will the defend my leader's territory at all costs."

"I will defend my leader's territory at all costs." Ice licked her lips.

"I am not afraid to spill blood for game."

Raven hesitated. "I am not afraid to spill blood for game."

"I am bound to the Cobras, and the Cobras to me." Ice finished. "Now, you have to draw your own blood."

"I am bound to the Cobras, and the Cobras to me." Raven recited, and carefully scratched another wound right below her first one, and grimaced in pain. Ice watched her, happy that everything was going according to plan.

"Excellent. Welcome to the Cobras, Raven. We will definitely have a fun time together. I will be training your magic personally, and as I promised, you will be treated as an equal." Ice dragged out leftover chicken from behind her. "Take some." Raven slowly bent down and started nibbling on the meat. Ice cackled, knowing that the tiny will be an amazing servant and can surely make her the most dominant rogue in the whole Twolegplace. It was her time to rule. The power is hers.

I know it's a bit short, but I might be changing it. Thanks for reading! :D

NEXT CHAPTER(S) COMING: JAN 13, 2018