Chapter 3
Clawheart was out alone, hunting. I crept in the shadows, my pelt invisible against it. He crouched. I crouched. He leaped. I leaped with my claws unsheathed.
He almost let out a yowl before I clamped his mouth shut. Whiteheart barged into Clawheart, tearing at him back.
We clawed him until he was a bloody mess, breathing shallowly. "This is from Vixenpelt," I purred. "That traitor!" he gasped between breaths.
Then he realized why she sent us here. "Oh, StarClan, no! I didn't mean to, I still love her..."
He never got to finish his sentence. We clawed his pelt off, letting him die.
We brought the pelt back to Vixenpelt, whose eyes lit up when she saw the bloody pelt. "He said, I didn't mean to, I still love her." I told Vixenpelt.
She rolled her eyes."He didn't mean it. He just wanted to live." Whiteheart and I nodded in agreement.
I rubbed my jaw against Whitehearts'. "Now to get revenge." I purred to my maybe-soon-to-be-mate. "Will you join us?" I turned to Vixenpelt.
"Oh yes." She purred. "I'll be loyal to the cat who got my revenge forever."
Suddenly the bushes rustled, parting to reveal a very small cat. Nervously she looked around. She suddenly stared straight at me, staring in my soul. "I am a trained medicine cat." she meowed.
"I am not of the Clans, but wish to get revenge. I heard you talking. Perhaps I could join?" As I looked closer, I realized her eyes were reddish brown.
Though they were tinted with brown, malevolence glinted in her gaze. She would be useful. "Yes." I decided. "My name is Blood, by the way." she meowed. "And I want to kill the cat that stole my brother."
"And that would be?" I asked. "Some stupid she-cat who forced him to be her mate! She thought he was handsome, which he is, but she was so ugly! Dull brown, with only clumps of fur, and crooked eyes!" she spat with such anger I stepped back.
"Okay..." my voice trailed off. "Welcome to RevengeClan." Whiteheart piped up. "Where revenge will always be in the air."
I nodded silently. This Blood...she needed a name. "Blood. You need a warrior name. From now on you shall be known as Bloodherb." she nodded.
"We need a camp." Vixenpelt meowed pointedly. I nodded.
We spent half the day searching. We finally found a fairly large spot with cool caves that let wind in. There were six caves.
One den was on a high ledge. "That will be the Leader's den," I meowed. "Bloodherb, find a den that you find most suitable. Vixenpelt, find a den that would be good for queens. Whiteheart, let's find a warrior den."
We found all the dens we needed, including two extra. "An elder's den?" mused Whiteheart. "Whatever." I meowed. The last one will be a spare den.
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For the next few moons I spent life with Whiteheart. He was a suitable mate. Yes, he was my mate. For a couple of weeks, actually. He was also deputy.
We hunted and thrived, especially after Vixenpelt's kits, Lionkit, Smokekit, and Redkit were born. They were already slashing at leaves and tearing them apart. I approved.
Lately I've been getting a squirmy feeling in my belly. I didn't notice at first, but now-well, I think I should ask Bloodherb.
"Bloodherb?" I poked my head in her den. "What is it?" she meowed. Sometimes she was kind, and sometimes she was just ruthless.
This time her voice was kind. "I've been getting a squirmy feeling in my stomach." I admitted. "How long?" she asked. "Couple days." I meowed. Was I sick? Or was it just nothing?
"Lay down." she meowed, leading me to a nest. She pressed her paw against my belly. "You're going to have kits." she meowed. I nearly fainted. "What?!" I shrieked so loud Whiteheart dashed into the den.
"What is it?" He meowed worriedly. "You're going to be a father." Bloodherb meowed before I could stop her. "Really?" his eyes sparkled. "You should move to the nursery." he meowed.
"No way!" I meowed. On the inside...well. I was part happy, part mad-nervous. Kits? I don't know if I could take care of them as leader. I could imagine them killing, becoming great warriors.
I guess this was a good thing. Probably.
