I'm back with another update! Wow this week was absolutely brutal. My one class continues to make me feel like an idiot- annnd I'm guessing I'm not the only one cause some guy confessed that they got a super low grade on the last quiz so O.o

My teacher still sucks

So life has finally calmed down a bit and I could finally write something again! And wow it felt kind of foreign to be writing stuff when I hadn't done any writing in over a week.

Woooo 40 chapters LET'S GOOOO

TW: Vague mentions of rape again... and alcohol if you'd believe it.

Reviews are appreciated!

In hindsight, rushing into the Twolegplace had been a somewhat bad idea. When was the last time he had been inside of one? The inside of the Twolegplace was nothing like the forests or lake he was used to, with their fresh earthly scents of the trees and prey scampering about. But here, it completely stank of Twoleg and monster and other foreign scents that was overwhelming his enhanced senses.

Honestly, what had he been thinking? It was hard enough trying to track down Hanako and Hisako's scents within a Twolegplace normally, let alone with his advanced sense of smell.

Firestar let out a huff of frustration as he brought his nose down onto the cold, hard surface of the Twolegplace, trying to distinguish between all the different scents. What had the cats of Razor's Gang been doing, trying to make their way to Razor in the most confusing way possible? Firestar found himself constantly weaving around into different alleyways and into strange paths. Were they intentionally trying to trip him up or was this genuinely how they did things in the Twolegplace?

He made his way into another alleyway, cautiously looking out for any Twolegs as he did so. Not only was tracking down the two she-cats harder with his senses being overwhelmed and the Twolegplace being a giant maze, but he had to do it all while on the lookout for any Twolegs. He was fairly certain that winged, scaled cats weren't exactly normal. Cats had a bad reaction to him and he really didn't want to know how the Twolegs would feel seeing him. Something told him that no Twoleg would want him to be their kittypet.

He ducked behind some large boxes as a Twoleg stumbled past the alleyway he was hiding in. He stared out confusingly as the Twoleg stumbled around as it walked, muttering something he couldn't understand, gripping some clear, foreign object in its paws.

'Twolegs are so clumsy,' he thought as the Twoleg tripped on its feet. The Twoleg threw the clear thing onto the ground, some kind of liquid spilling out, and Firestar cringed as a strange, disgusting scent permeated through the alleyway.

'Ugh, what is that?! It's blocking all the other scents!' he wailed in his head. He couldn't even smell the other disgusting scents of the Twolegplace, let alone the extremely faint scents of Hanako and Hisako and that of the rogues. He remained silent and still as the Twoleg eventually left. He padded out from behind the boxes, mouth slightly open in hopes of catching a faint scent of the two she-cats. He sniffed in disgust as all he could smell was that disgusting liquid that was pouring out from the broken shards of the clear object.

"Great, how am I going to find Hanako and Hisako now? Who knows what Razor will do to them!" he muttered to himself. He wished he could just spread his wings and scout them out from above, but he obviously couldn't do that unless he wanted Twolegs to spot him.

"Did you say Razor?" a timid voice asked from behind him. He flinched and turned around to see another shape hesitantly walking up to him. His enhanced vision could see a somewhat pudgy black and white tom with a scratch on his face that looked like it was going to scar.

"I did. Who's asking?" Firestar asked tentatively. At the moment, he couldn't trust anyone in this place. Who knows who's working for Razor and who wasn't? It wasn't like he was familiar with this place.

"I-Are you against him or for him?" the cat called out.

"Will you try and attack me if I say I'm against?" Firestar inquired, wings half out intimidatingly. The tom flinched at the sight of his wings and frantically shook his head.

"N-no! It's just, you have to be careful with what you say around here. You never know if one of Razor's supporters is prowling around, listening in on what you're saying. If they don't like what you say, they'll bring it up to Razor and he'll let you go with a nasty scar if you're lucky. If you're not so lucky..." he trailed off. Firestar could piece together what he was going to say well enough.

"I mean, I haven't been around for that long, but I've been around long enough to know how things work. You kind of have to learn quick if you don't want to be killed," he mumbled.

"So you're against Razor?" Firestar pressed. The cat fidgeted, looking around discretely before giving a hasty nod. He folded his wings back up, his muscles relaxing as he instinctively knew that this cat wasn't a threat. But he wouldn't let his guard down just because this cat was against Razor- what if he was a spy?

The cat stared at his wings with a awed expression. "Hey, you're that cat everyone's talking about right? The winged cat that beat up Razor's elites!" he crowed excitedly. Firestar flicked his tail, agitated. He didn't want to stand around and gossip about him when Hanako and Hisako were in danger. "Hey, you have to be super strong in order to do that to elites right? You can help us!"

"Help with what exactly?" The cat once again looked around the alleyway in case they were being overhead and turned back to Firestar.

"You can help us get rid of Razor!' he whispered excitedly. Well, Firestar had already made plans to get rid of Razor, considering all the depraved things he heard the tom had done. Firestar flinched as the cat started sniffling. "I hate it here! He forcibly took me away from my home and forced me to hunt for him! I'm not that good of a hunter and whatever I give him to offer is never enough for him!" He raised his paw to the scratch on his face, and Firestar realized that Razor would dole out injuries for being the slightest bit displeased. "I can't hunt! I can't fight! I-" he sniffled. "I want to go home. My housefolk are probably really sad. I just-" he sobbed.

Firestar wilted, genuinely feeling bad for this cat. He was clearly a kittypet- and a young one at that. What exactly did Razor think these kittypets could do? They lived within the comfort of their cozy Twoleg dens and had been taken care of by Twolegs all their lives- of course they weren't going to be good hunters!

'How depraved are you that you're willing to take young kittypets from their homes and force them to hunt for you?'

"I can help you, but currently, I need to help rescue two she-cats before Razor does anything to them," he meowed.

The kittypet perked his ears up. "You mean that foreign she-cat and her kit that Razor was angry about? I know where they are," the kittypet said.

"You know where they are?" Firestar exclaimed.

"Oh yeah, everyone knows where they are. Razor likes to... make a show of the she-cats before he kills them," the kittypet said disgusted. "Razor always likes to hang out and do whatever he likes at the same place. I can easily show you," he said determined.

Firestar's face hardened, the stone sending a warm pulse through his body. He knew what he needed to do. He had a willing cat that could navigate through this confusing maze. But he still couldn't be sure if this cat was sending him into a trap...

Trust no one.

"What's your name?"

"My name is Dart, sir!" the kittypet brightened up.

"Alright, Dart," Firestar tested the name on his tongue. "Show me where Razor is." Dart nodded and signaled for Firestar to follow.

'Although, if you're leading me into some kind of trap, you can bet that Razor will be the least of your problems,' he thought bitterly, the stone glowing eerily from his chest as the two raced through various alleyways.

omg alcohol in Warriors. So yeah that guy was drunk and I'm guessing that was some pretty strong vodka he was chugging down. Firestar's senses have become super enhanced and he's being overwhelmed by just being in the Twolegplace. Since regular people can more than likely smell alcohol in your breath if you've been drinking, I'd like to think that Firestar can easily smell the stuff from a little ways away.

Yes, Dart is the same kittypet from the earlier chapter where he gave a less than adequate mouse to Razor and got a nasty scar for it. Poor guy. He just wants to go home. He's modeled and named after my own cat, whose name came from D'Artagnan from the Three Musketeers. Dart was a bad kitty, peeing everywhere like that... but I loved the guy to bits. Hopefully he's happy with my other cats up in Kitty Heaven.

And no, Dart is definitely not a spy. In fact, I don't think Razor even considered that Firestar would leap to Hanako and Hisako's rescues. But of course the stone doesn't want Firestar to trust anyone...

Tell me how I did.