The she-kit hissed, and whacked the mouse far away from her. It rolled to a stop at the edge of this forest clearing, and she continued to glare at it as if it had done something to offend her. She muttered something colorful, then turned away and shifted her glare to her brother.
"Can we leave now?" She asked, irritation clear in her voice. She had been stuck in this strange place for at least twelve days, and Simon had said that she'd slept for at least another. If he was speaking the truth, then this was the kit's thirteenth day here, and she was hating it more and more by the day.
Simon, who's green gaze had been on the dead rodent, turned to his sister again.
"If you can get up and walk back to the Society by yourself, you can go," He admitted. "But it would be better to stay here. There's more food here, and it's safer. You won't be killed for standing up."
The she-kit grumbled, and took a step forward. She'd been able to hold a standing position for quite a while now, and when she stepped now she could feel more power than before. Another step, then another, and soon she was able to walk around the clearing without too much difficulty. She smiled, pleased with herself, and then looked back at Simon.
"Which way is the Society?" She asked, determined to make it this time.
Her brother sighed, and decided that it wouldn't cause too much trouble to tell her where it was. He nodded off in the direction that the city was.
"Not too far in that direction," He said. "But you won't be able to make it there. You really shouldn't leave."
The she-kit shook her head, turning to face the way back home. She set off in search of the Society, and passed many strange sights in the Outer World. As Simon said, however, she soon came upon the dark hard ground of the Society. She sighed, and collapsed behind a large dumpster, accidentally bumping her head on the bottom of it as she fell. She curled up in a ball on the ground, ignoring the dull pain, and pondered what to do now. She was home, and this was good, because now she could serve punishment, but she did not want to die. For the first time since she set out, she felt her heart quaver, and she felt afraid of coming back home. The kit didn't think of it for long, though, before sleep's dark wing overtook her.
Shadows shifted in the alleyway that the kit slept in, and one tore apart from the others. The dark tawny pelt of a muscular young tom was seen in the muted light, and his claws glimmered dully. He stalked towards the she-kit, ears perked forward as if he were expecting something, and a glint of evil danced in his amber eyes. He paced around the small sleeping form once, glaring down at her disdainfully. He raised his claws to the throat of the kit, and paused when he heard a voice.
"Don't get ahead of yourself, Fang," The striped devil said, appearing out of the shadows in a similar fashion that the young tom had. Lex struck forward, cuffing Fang over the head with his powerful paws. The tawny tom quickly retracted away from the kit, sheathing his claws once more. He ducked his head respectfully to Lex, and murmured his deepest apologies.
Lex nodded briskly. "Good," He said. "At least you know your place. Now, the real problem is how we are going to deal with this. Simon has turned out to be most disappointing. You would be a better son, and leader after me, but for now I am stuck with that lame excuse for a Society cat."
Fang tilted his head to one side, thinking for a moment, then spoke. "I have an idea," He started, then continued when Lex blinked. "Simon will surely come to check if his precious Rose-" He spat the name like it was foul in his mouth, "-has made it here. When he comes, we will be waiting. I will challenge him as to why he left, and then I'll kill him. Then, you'll be rid of him, and he will be punished for betraying the Society."
Lex's eyes sparkled as he was enlightened, and a smirk came to his striped face. "Very good, Fang," He praised. "You will stay here and wait for Simon to come. I will watch from atop the dumpster, and claim you as my son when the battle is over." The striped devil leaped up to the top of said metal box, when an idea hit him. "Make sure that the kit is awake," He added, flicking his tail to indicate the sleeping form. "I want to give her the pain in her eyes as Simon dies. It will be most satisfactory."