Shadowclan: Savior
It was a cold night. Not even the half moons glow could penetrate the thick fog that night and it was the perfect cover for any cats who just happened to want take care of important matters. Four trees towered over a single cat, the mist made it difficult to make out any of his features and he appeared as one big black shadow. His tail twitched impatiently giving away the fact that he was waiting for someone. His mind was asking him questions; would they show up? What did they want with him? Would he still be alive by moonhigh?
A single cat entered the clearing, completely unnoticed by him until she was less then a few paw steps away. Her sudden appearance startled the cat, although he looked much stronger then her.
"Why, Silentstar, you seem shocked that I'm here," the young she-cat asked in a formal tone.
"Let's just say I wasn't expecting you of all cats to be the one who would challenge my authority," he replied, in his rough voice.
"Really? Why so father?" She paused but didn't wait for an answer. "I have promised the clan a leader who is capable of giving them what they need. You have few supporters in the clan. I'm sure they won't ask too many questions." The dark brown tabby smiled menacingly, aware that her fathers' heart was being torn into two just from her harsh words. She would do a lot more then that to him.
"Sweetscent!" Silentstar pleaded as his daughter crouched into her fighting position.
"My name is Bitterheart." She screamed at him and pounced. Her name was what caused the split between her and her father. She would never be taken seriously with a name like Sweetscent. Instinct had taken over by now and her father smoothly dodged before turning and quickly landing the first blow, catching her left side of her face with his heavy paw.
Pain and shock shot through her and she mewed like a kitten. Still, her father wouldn't let her get away with this. He slashed at her face again and again, hitting the same area without mercy.
"Please," she begged, her blood was turning the ground a sticky scarlet color but as far as he was concerned she was a threat to him while she was still alive.
Little did he know that this plea was the signal for her backup plan. Three cats jumped into the clearing, they had been carefully listening through the blinding fog ever since Bitterheart had arrived. Two muscular toms leapt upon their leader, clearly loyal to his daughter now. While they took turns biting and scratching at Silentstar the other cat raced over to help the fallen tabby.
At first the damage looked minimal, the clans medicine cat was surprised that she had yowled and pleaded but when she caught sight of the left side of her face she gasped. The fur was torn of in clumps around her eye; it was hard to tell where the blood was coming form she was such a mess. Bitterhearts eyes squinted open. She blinked a couple of times, each time becoming more frantic with panic.
"I can't see through my left eye!" She wailed. She looked up to watch the two toms claw at her father. She stood up unsteadily and the medicine cat had to get up quickly to support her. They made their way over to Silentstar and the toms finally moved away from their fallen leader to give his daughter some space to finish him off.
She gazed down at the beaten tom. She had chosen the right cats for the job. He was limp and bleeding badly on his side. It was hard examining with just one eye, in fact the young she-cat would be surprised if she could ever fight even half as well as she had been able to less then an hour ago. Her thoughts were interrupted as her father coughed up blood. It was obvious he was in pain and aware that soon the inevitable would come. But Bitterheart would not give him that satisfaction.
"I want you two to stay here. Rough him up a bit more if you wish. Just make sure he suffers for what he has done. I want this death to be slow and painful. Then bury him so deep Starclan will never be able to reach him."
The two cats nodded, happy to obey whom they thought deserved to be the leader. They continued to bite and scratch the cat enough to hurt but not kill him. Bitterheart smiled, the clan was hers as soon as he was dead and buried. She already had three followers; the rest of the clan would be easy. The terrible dictatorship the cats in her clan had suffered through would be a thing of the past and compared to her father she would seem like she had been sent from Starclan to help the clan.
The tabby nodded at the medicine cat, which supported her weight as she walked back towards the camp and she smiled cruelly as she listened to her fathers' pleas for the cats to put him out of his misery. Although some part of Bitterheart felt a ping of sympathy for her only living relative she quickly put it out of her mind.
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A/N: Hope you enjoyed the first chapter! Please R + R and tell what you think!
