A large mottled brown tom stalked silently through the forest. He suddenly lashed his tail angrily.This will all be ours. They will pay for what they did to us. He thought as he padded amongst the trees back to his camp. These pesky cats won't mess with us much longer. He sniffed the air. They were close. He quickly scurried up into the high branches of a tall oak. Suddenly, three cats padded by. One, a cream tabby tom stopped below the tree the mottled tom was in. He sniffed the air. A light brown tortoiseshell turned back. "Lightwing, what's wrong?" The one called Lightwing shook his head. "Its nothing Blossomflight, I just thought I smelled one of those pesky rouges again." She grumbled to Lightwing. "Come on you guys, we'll tell Falconstar, but we need to catch some prey and get back." A small jet black she-cat mewed. "Yes. Ravenflight's right. Come on Lightwing." Blossomflight said and motioned with her head forward. They nodded to Ravenflight and padded off through the oaks. The mottled tom twitched an ear. Once he thought they were gone, he leapt down and cautiously looked around. Ears pricked up the whole time to hear, he stalked quietly through the huge oaks, maneuvering around boulders and leaping over streams. He soon picked up the scent of a squirrel. He instinctively dropped down and shifted his weight to his flanks. He soon caught sight of the fluffy gray creature. His eyes narrowed to slits as he quietly stepped closer to it. He lashed his tail and pounced on it. He bit the squirrel on the back on the neck and it died instantly. The mottled tom picked it up and continued walking along. He soon approached the large rushing river that divided his group's territory from this measly group that called themselves a clan. He crouched down and sprang across the river, the tail of the squirrel barely scraping the water. He hit the ground on the other bank squarely with his two front paws. He looked back to make sure he wasn't being followed, then sprinted through the trees on his group's side of the river. He soon came to the pond that the river flowed to, the moonpool he thought the clan cats called it. He stepped down the rocky path to the pond and lay the squirrel down to take a drink. His cats came here often to take a drink and some even reported back to him that they've seen apparitions of group mates, recently deceased. But the mottled tom never believed it, he always thought they were seeing things in the shadows, but some of his group seemed pretty convinced. After he drank his fill, he picked up his squirrel and dashed through the undergrowth until he reached a small grove of ancient looking oaks with a clearing in the center. He crept through a small tunnel carved through a very large bush. He shook his pelt once he got to the other side than looked up. Upon his entrance, many cats of all ages, all pelt colors, and all sizes, crept through carved out hollows in the oak trees to welcome the mottled tom back. "Hawk!" A slim, pretty white and gray tabby she-cat leapt from a hollow in the largest tree and ran up to him. He dropped his squirrel into the center of the grove and padded up to her. He purred and twined his tail with hers. "Your back Hawk, I'm so happy your safe." She purred into his ear. "Me too Sylvir. I'm so happy I came back safe." He smiled. She untwined her tail from his, smiling warmly at him, she padded over to the squirrel. "I see you brought us some prey" Sylvir mewed. Soon, all over the grove, cats surrounded Hawk, purring and chatting excitedly to him. Hawk purred and smiled at them all. He pushed through the group and leapt onto the tree stump that he typically spoke to his cats from. Sylvir leapt up next to him. "As you all can see" Hawk said to the many cats in the grove, some pokeing heads out from the hollows, some surrounding the stump. "I have came back to our camp safely, unlike some other have not in the past." All cats in the grove solumly held their heads low, remembering their old group mates who had fallen in the past. Sylvir's eyes began to tear up. "Soon, the time will come to make those wretched clan cats pay!" Hawk yowled. The cats in the grove yowled together as one. The echo rang around the surrounding forest.
AN: Another lazy chapter :/ I'm sorry...
BTW, Sylvir is pronounced Silver in case you were wondering.
Also, I changed my username to Wingedia so it matches with my DeviantART.
Thanks!,
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