MMMHHMM. With a new antagonist comes their own chapter, of course! He's a leetle beet (French accent, mes amis? I think yes.) crazy in the head, if you know what I mean. *wink wink nudge nudge* also, the T rating comes into play here, so if you…ahem…are uncomfortable with…stuff… BEWARE. It's nothing too graphic, I'm not a crazy rapist writer, but it does contain some… innuendo.

So, with that delightful thought, please enjoy the new chapter!

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Harvey growled under his breath as Mint rubbed swabs of some herb on his scratches. It stung like fire. Or bees. Or bees on fire.

The muscled black tom shook his head to clear it from the random nonsense it was spitting out. As he shook it, his eyes caught on a particularly nasty scratch running down his flank. He cringed at how deep and long it looked. Milo had beaten him up pretty bad… more than he was willing to admit, anyway. That crazy tom somehow had these mad combat skills, and Harvey, who was raised only to knock up a bunch of purposeless she-cats, unfortunately did not.

He hissed as Mint smeared herbs on one of the deeper cuts. "Watch what you're doing, idiot!" He cuffed her sharply and she let out a small squeak of surprise… and pain.

The pretty grey she-cat stumbled back and crouched in the far corner, her eyes still refocusing from the fierceness of the blow.

Harvey, his ears flat against his skull, muttered darkly to himself and stormed out of the den, leaving a whimpering Mint behind without a word.

He stepped into the bright sun. Instantly, he regained his clam and sure-fire composure- he couldn't let anyone see how weak he really was, running off squealing like a kit from a mere scratch. He snorted. Milo was so gonna get it once he found where he was hiding out.

Ash waved his tail in greeting from across the pond. Harvey responded in a hello to his friend before the tom slipped into a den with a pretty ginger she-cat and was out of sight. Harvey looked around for Damon, but the spotted black-and-white tom was nowhere to be found.

A thought struck him. His friends were all off getting with she-cats, what was he doing standing around like a total loser?

Suddenly desperate for attention, he scanned the clearing for any contestants. His eyes locked on a dark brown she-cat with exotic amber eyes lying in the sun at the far end of the clearing. He could smell her heat from here, and was practically drooling. Without hesitation, Harvey made his way around the pool towards her.

As he reached the bottom of the boulder she was napping on, her eyes flashed open. Instantly, a smile glued itself onto her face.

"Hi, Harvey."

"Hey there, Celina." He offered a smile to her. She was, after all, an old friend.

Celina was one of his frequent mateees, or 'old friends' as Harvey liked to call them. They were all very beautiful, very clever, and very…er… reliable in times of need. His 'old friends' also had a record of birthing strong, handsome toms, a rarity in The City. Celina had already born him two litters of kits, and had had contributed three healthy new toms to The City because of it. Yup, without a doubt, whenever he needed some TLC, Celina was the one he went to.

A breeze blew over Celina's fur and threw her tantalizing smell in his face. Mouth watering with desire, he flicked his tail towards the nearest den. Realizing his motive, Celina was on her feet and disappearing inside the den in seconds.

He smiled. That's what he liked about Celina specially- she knew how to please and didn't delay in doing so.

With a smug smirk, the black tom followed her into the den.

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A half-an-hour later, he paraded out of the den, his tail flying like a flag. God, he felt better now.

'I-rule-the-world' attitude renewed, Harvey set off in search of his two companions.

He found Damon quickly- the tom was coming out of a den not too far from his with a similar grin on his face. But finding Ash was harder. They looked in the ginger she-cat's den he'd seen him disappear into, but she said she'd seen him go off with some other girl she didn't recognize.

After he'd 'thanked her', they set off again in search of Ash and his mystery hooker.

"I'll bet he's off with that Jasmine chick again." Meowed Damon, his eyes screw up against the sun as he scanned the clearing for the billionth time. "You know he's always had a sweet spot for her."

But Harvey wasn't listening; his eyes were glued to a silver splotch disappearing inside a den. His stomach clenched with longing. Even after those last two she-cats, he was still having darkly lustful thoughts about Arielle.

His stomach gave a particularly strong heave. He wanted her so bad.

No. He needed her.

"Harvey!" Damon called after the tom.

But Harvey was unaware of his friend following him and didn't even notice when he stopped to flirt with some she-cat. All he could think about was Arielle.

He reached the den. Her scent floated in from the inside, with something new added… Something that made his heart pound so loudly, he was afraid it would burst out of his chest and fly off like a butterfly. Dying with longing, he pushed his way into the den.

And was totally disappointed.

"Oh, hi, honey!" Crowed a voice. He groaned inwardly as his eyes adjusted and he saw Sheila's glowing face. Arielle was standing just behind her, eyes in dangerous slits, but gritting her teeth in an effort not to laugh. She'd led him into a trap!

He plastered on a 'I'm-totally-happy-to-see-you-and-my-kits-you're-my-one-only-true-love-in-the-whole-wide-world-let's-have-more-babies' grin and rasped his tongue over Sheila's dark gold ear.

"Hey, Sheila." He purred, pulling back as if to examine the kits. "Just came by to see how my most favorite she-cat in the world was doing." He said it to Sheila, but his eyes flickered up to Arielle. She offered a cold smile and he knew she understood it was for her, and hated him for it.

Sheila blabbered on obliviously. "Well, I think we should name the kits. I mean, they'll open their eyes soon, and I want them to have nice, strong names. I was thinking we could name the gold she-kit Ellie, the black she-cat Marissa, the gold-and-white she-cat Isa, and the black-and-gold tom Taylor."

She smiled proudly at her name choices and Harvey smiled and nodded like he cared. But all he heard was ''. His attention was all focused on Sheila's sexy beast of a sister. God, her heat-scent was so strong now, he would have leapt on her right then and there if stupid Sheila wasn't there blathering on and on.

As if she'd heard his intentions, Arielle said a quick goodbye and touched noses with Sheila. She darted out the door so fast, Harvey was left blinking.

He quickly bid Sheila goodbye as well and raced out the door after her. He managed to catch up with her as she reached the pond and pull her into some bushes.

Arielle hissed venomously. "Harvey, if you dare touch me again, I'll rip off your pretty little-"

And then he leapt on her.

Quickly, he jumped on her back, butt resting on her lower spine. Using his paws, he grabbed her head and slammed it into the ground. He shoved his muzzle close to her ear and hissed, "Just shut up, you idiot. If you play nice, I'll make it quick and painless, ok?"

She struggled and let out a muffled screech, her muzzle glued shut between his paw and the ground. She writhed and tried to get away with all her strength, but he was stronger.

He tsked at her pathetic attempts to escape. "I told you before." He hissed merrily. "It was going to happen eventually."

And with a smug grin plastered on his face, he took what was rightfully his.

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I know, right? It's crazy! Already we have Harvey going insane, Milo uuber defensive, Sheila stupid, and Arielle raped. And it's only the fourth chapter! It's a lovely storyline, it really is.

Well, this was a very hard chapter to write, and I'm glad about how it turned out! SO you all better review lots for me! PLEASEEEEEE(; x puppy dog face x