Chapter 4
-The Close Escape-
Kietsu glanced around the edge of a building daring not to breath, one of the Bloodclan patrols paced atop a brick wall, watching over the backstreet connected to the twoleg eat place. It was a large tom with a burly, muscled build that could quite easily take down two she-cats and young kits. Kietsu backed up.
"Is it all clear?" Pixie whispered to Kietsu, clutching the kit named Bane tightly and quite nervously between her teeth.
"There's a Bloodclan patrol cat…" Kietsu answered, craning her head to glance at the massive tom once again.
"I thought you said it would be clear!" Pixie hissed.
"Security is extremely tight lately; everyone is so shaken up by Scourge's death that they want to be extra cautious." Kietsu replied.
"So what do you propose?" Pixie questioned anxiously, holding fast to the small grey and white kit.
"We head around, there's a drainage pipe that leads up the side of this twoleg eat place."
"Wait, we're going to walk on the roof?" Pixie exclaimed.
"Precisely," Kietsu answered boldly, turning tail and tip-toeing towards the rusting, rickety pipe that clung to the side of the wall like a large snake. With a sigh, Pixie followed after her.
"I'll go first." Kietsu whispered, nimbly climbing up the side of the twoleg eat place. Her sharp claws gripped the drainpipe tightly. Once she reached the top, she called down to Pixie, who also climbed up with extreme ease.
"Stick to one side so the patrol cat can't see us." Kietsu said in a hushed voice.
Pixie nodded in response, fearing that if she were to say anything, they would be caught.
The two she-cats stalked along the left side of the twoleg eat place, keeping out of view from the Bloodclan patrol officer.
"We're almost there…" Kietsu murmured to herself as they neared the edge of the roof.
Below the roof, a pile of black trash bags lay in a large heap, providing a soft and easy landing. From there, they would head into a series of small alleyways, which the Bloodclan paid barely any attention to for its lack of crowfood and rival animals.
"Kietsu, where shall we go after we flee the Bloodclan territory?" Pixie asked in a low whisper.
"Someplace safe, Pixie, a place where you, the kits and I can live in peace without worrying about our next meal or Bloodclan patrols." Kietsu responded.
Hearing Kietsu mention the Bloodclan patrol cat, Pixie stopped to look over the edge, to see if the he was still there. She faltered, losing her footing she stumbled, dropping the small, mewling kit.
"Kietsu, the kit," Was all she could gasp before she tumbled down the side of the slanted roof and into the Bloodclan patrol cat's view.
Kietsu spun around to see her second kit flail helplessly as he rolled towards the edge of the rooftop where hard cement awaited him. Pixie clung to the edge of the roof, hanging on as tight as she could as she tried to pull herself back over the edge.
The Bloodclan patrol cat noticed the white she-cat and leaped from the brick wall, heading towards Pixie. "Halt!" He hissed, running at full speed.
Kietsu placed her daughter down and dove for Bane. The small grey and white kit screeched his discomfort as he fell. Kietsu stretched her neck out as far as she could, and managed to catch the small grey kit by the scruff of his neck in time before he plummeted to his death.
Pixie pulled herself up over the edge of the roof as the Bloodclan patrol officer climbed up over the side of the twoleg eat place, growling deep in his throat. "How dare you try and sneak away from Bloodclan in its hour of need!" He hissed, stalking towards Pixie menacingly.
The fluffy she-cat snarled. "I owe Bloodclan nothing! I am loyal to no one but myself!" She yowled, leaping at the tom with unsheathed claws. The Bloodclan tom narrowed his eyes and leaped into the air was well, meeting Pixie in the center. The two cats rolled around on the edge of the roof, the two of them a whirlwind of fur and teeth. After a moment of bloodcurdling battle cries, the tom rolled atop Pixie and pinned her down, crushing her under his muscular frame.
Kietsu watched helplessly, not knowing of she was to save her friend, or her kits.
"You will pay for betraying Bloodclan!" The Bloodclan tom screeched, lifting his paw above her head, claws unsheathed and shimmering in the pale moonlight.
"Kietsu, run," Pixie shouted, squirming feebly as the tom was about to strike.
"But Pixie," Kietsu mewed, holding onto her son.
"GO!" Pixie managed, just as the tom swiped her face, blood spraying into the night air and turning the air acrid and stale with the red drops.
With ice in her belly, Kietsu darted back towards Dread who was mewling ever so softly. She picked her up in her mouth as well and took off, leaving Pixie in the clutches of the Bloodclan patrol cat, who began viciously clawing the screaming she-cat's eyes out.