POLL!
Whose your favorite Takenier pair?
A) Hate and Scat
B) Danger and Gray
C) Terror and Black
D) Burn and Tear
E) Draft and Cate
Who would you like to see mate? or die?
first say: mate or die than pick an answer
A) Hate B) Danger C)Terror D) Burn E) Draft
Answer in your Review Plz!
We padded through the forest. The pines loomed over our heads. We smelled a new scent, musty and tangy. Danger hissed while Burn spat with disgust.
I felt my hair rising. The smell smelled warning-like and to keep away.
"What should we do?" I leaned towards Scat. The tom stared at me, licking my muzzle. I leaned away, glaring. "Tell me!"
He shrugged. "Ask, Danger, he seems to think that he leads this group." Scat glared at him. Danger looked over his shoulder, smirking, narrowing his eyes at my mate. I stepped in front of Scat, warning Danger to calm down.
'Danger?" I asked. "What's that smell."
Danger opened his mouth, letting the smells in. "Boundary line. Warning." He looked at me. "Clan scent."
Scat crouched down, whimpering. I followed his movement, whispering. "Clan? Blood said that they kill for fun and torture their cats and eat bad kits."
Danger shrugged his shoulders. Next to him Gray looked at me. "Don't worry Hate. I can hear them coming now."
I sprang up. That made my fear worse! I wanted to get out of this kit eating cat torturing Clans.
The ferns rustled and out came three large cats, followed by two small ones.
They stared at our group, eyes narrowed. The Takeniers around me had their fur fluffed up, their eyes narrowed, ready for a fight.
One large cat came towards us. His pelt was wide and his paws black with his claws going in and out.
"Did you know your in ShadowClan territory? Where did you come from?" He growled, bending down to us.
Danger sat up, meeting the cat in the eyes. "What we do and where we come from don't matter to you!" Danger raked his claws against the cats muzzle. The white cat reered back, his paws swiping at his muzzle.
The other cats advansed.
"Blackstar! You okay?" A tabby she-cat narrowed her worried eyes.
Blackstar nodded. "I say kill them!" Growled a moltted tom. His ears were shredded and he limped.
The tabby looked at the tom with wide eyes. "Widewhisker! Their only kits! We can't kill harmless kits. They barely hurt Blackstar. Their claws still weak and their teeth still suckling."
Scat growled next to me.
"Orangepelt!" Widewhisker hissed, looking at Scat. "I don't trust them."
"Go," Gray whispered to me. "Danger has a plan, we bolt backwards towards our territory and then go a new way. When he flicks his tail, run. Pass it on." I nodded and did.
We watched Danger's tail tip while the Clan cats argued what to do with us.
Then, it came. Danger flicked his tail and we bolted.
