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Chapter 23: The Breaking Point
Three days had come and gone since the day that the Silvercat had been due to arrive and Death held everything on high alert. From every point in the Abbey his voice could be heard barking orders for his men to stay on guard and watchful. The wolf hated to see the excitement and hope that had spread through the slaves like wildfire. They had heard about the coming of their would-be savior and suddenly they seemed to have found a backbone again. The thought of their sorrow when he crushed that damned cat was enough to make Death limp with pleasure.
"Lord! Sire! Hurry!" the ferret cried as he ran in to the Great Hall. Death was pulled from his reverie and snarled at the offending ferret.
"What is it?!" he demanded. The ferret gulped and pointed to the main gate behind him.
"They're asking for you Lord, the Silvercat and her horde! And they've got a Badger Lord with them!" The ferret's voice to new pitiful heights and Death snarled at him as he swept past in a rush toward the gates.
The wolf flew across the yards to the ramparts above the Main Gate where he saw Grimle, a grey fox with tattered ears who was the officer on watch this time of day, waiting patiently for him. "My Lord," he said softly with an incline of his head, "The enemy awaits your presense." He made a sweeping motion with his paw toward the edge of the rampart wall and beyond it Death could hear the murmuring of anxious voices. He stepped to the edge with all the swagger that is due a dictator. Looking over, he immediately locked eyes with the Silvercat; his features displayed more disdain than was thought possible but he was quite twisted internally.
"So this is my famed nemesis? A mere kitten?" he called back to his followers in loud scorn. The snickers of his soldiers mingled the enraged outcries of the warriors that stood at attention behind their feline leader. Death looked expectantly down to see some hint of insult on that cat's face but there was none to be found.
Her voice reached his ears with no apparent effort as she replied, "I hardly think it would take more than a mere kitten to defeat such a mongrel as you." And suddenly the roles were reversed and it was Death's followers who hurled threats of revenge as the Silvercat's force smirked with infuriating smugness.
Death fought down a snarl as he replied, "You won't sound so confident once you realize that it will be impossible to defeat me if you cannot even gain entrance to the Abbey! My horde and I can survive for weeks in here and the same cannot be said for yourself; winter is fast approaching Silvercat, can you survive it?"
Sheede sneered back at him and called scornfully, "I may not survive this battle but the Abbey beasts will have their home returned to them! Are you as ready to die wolf?"
"Anytime pussy cat!"
"Then so be it!" And with that there came a great roar from behind Death and he turned to see over one hundred of his slaves throw off their rags and reveal themselves to be lean mountain hares. With a defiant battle cry, they raced headlong towards the Main Gate. The final battle for the Abbey had begun!
A/N: Yeah, it is short but I refuse to strain myself this close to the end. Review! It's the only thing keeping this tale going!
A/N: Sorry it took so long to upload this but you know writer's block and me, we're old friends.
Chapter 23: The Breaking Point
Three days had come and gone since the day that the Silvercat had been due to arrive and Death held everything on high alert. From every point in the Abbey his voice could be heard barking orders for his men to stay on guard and watchful. The wolf hated to see the excitement and hope that had spread through the slaves like wildfire. They had heard about the coming of their would-be savior and suddenly they seemed to have found a backbone again. The thought of their sorrow when he crushed that damned cat was enough to make Death limp with pleasure.
"Lord! Sire! Hurry!" the ferret cried as he ran in to the Great Hall. Death was pulled from his reverie and snarled at the offending ferret.
"What is it?!" he demanded. The ferret gulped and pointed to the main gate behind him.
"They're asking for you Lord, the Silvercat and her horde! And they've got a Badger Lord with them!" The ferret's voice to new pitiful heights and Death snarled at him as he swept past in a rush toward the gates.
The wolf flew across the yards to the ramparts above the Main Gate where he saw Grimle, a grey fox with tattered ears who was the officer on watch this time of day, waiting patiently for him. "My Lord," he said softly with an incline of his head, "The enemy awaits your presense." He made a sweeping motion with his paw toward the edge of the rampart wall and beyond it Death could hear the murmuring of anxious voices. He stepped to the edge with all the swagger that is due a dictator. Looking over, he immediately locked eyes with the Silvercat; his features displayed more disdain than was thought possible but he was quite twisted internally.
"So this is my famed nemesis? A mere kitten?" he called back to his followers in loud scorn. The snickers of his soldiers mingled the enraged outcries of the warriors that stood at attention behind their feline leader. Death looked expectantly down to see some hint of insult on that cat's face but there was none to be found.
Her voice reached his ears with no apparent effort as she replied, "I hardly think it would take more than a mere kitten to defeat such a mongrel as you." And suddenly the roles were reversed and it was Death's followers who hurled threats of revenge as the Silvercat's force smirked with infuriating smugness.
Death fought down a snarl as he replied, "You won't sound so confident once you realize that it will be impossible to defeat me if you cannot even gain entrance to the Abbey! My horde and I can survive for weeks in here and the same cannot be said for yourself; winter is fast approaching Silvercat, can you survive it?"
Sheede sneered back at him and called scornfully, "I may not survive this battle but the Abbey beasts will have their home returned to them! Are you as ready to die wolf?"
"Anytime pussy cat!"
"Then so be it!" And with that there came a great roar from behind Death and he turned to see over one hundred of his slaves throw off their rags and reveal themselves to be lean mountain hares. With a defiant battle cry, they raced headlong towards the Main Gate. The final battle for the Abbey had begun!
A/N: Yeah, it is short but I refuse to strain myself this close to the end. Review! It's the only thing keeping this tale going!