Dive into the Wild

By Atlantica Stitch

The Battle Plan

Dirtfur woke up with guilt and anger rising like bile in his throat. He shook his head. There was no reason to be guilty. Those two had lied to him! He had no reason to be guilty! They did. He licked the moss from his fur and went out to stretch. It was nearly sunhigh, and the fresh-kill pile was bulging. He selected a sparrow and made a mental note to take Glacierpaw hunting. The fur on the back of his neck prickled. He noticed a glowing pair of eyes behind the nursery. He growled, but the eyes stayed fixed. He snorted. It was one Heartless. He could take one Heartless. The eyes didn't budge as Dirtfur finished his meal and stood up. They seemed to be waiting for him. He took a few steps towards the nursery, but the eyes kept a steady gaze. He growled, crouching.

'I wouldn't do that.' Dirtfur's eyes went wide. The voice was in is mind! No one had spoken, yet he heard a voice! He looked at the eyes.

"You?" he meowed, not sure why he was speaking to a Heartless.

'Very clever, Dirtfur. You figured it out How…unimpressive Tell me, little kitten, what else do you know?' the Heartless sneered. Dirtfur felt rage burn in his belly. How dare that little Heartless mock him!

"Don't call me kitten." He hissed. The Heartless laughed.

'Oh no? Prove to me you're not. If you were a real warrior, you could tell I brought friends.' Dirtfur gave a cautious sniff. It was true, there were…one, no two cats. Loners, he assumed. The first cat stepped out. He had messy black fur and green eyes. He had some kind of Twoleg accessory in his right ear. The second cat, Dirtfur recognized.

"You!" he hissed, unsheathing his claws as Roxas stepped out.

"Do I know you?" he asked casually. Dirtfur spat.

"No duh! You almost got me killed! Plus, you're friends with those rotten Keyblade wielders!" Dirtfur hissed. The black cat sat down and licked a paw.

"I dislike them. They made false accusations about my friend Blondefur here." He meowed. "My name is Nevarx, by the way. We heard that they tricked you. We came to assist." Dirtfur's fur went flat, and he sat down.

"Assist...how?" he meowed, ears perked. Nevarx smiled.

"I thought you'd never ask. Well, I have it from a reliable source-me- that they are staying in Rock Hollow, and that they plan on going into OceanClan territory at sunset today." Nevarx narrowed his eyes slyly. Dirtfur closed his eyes, letting the information sink in.

"And what shall I do with this information?" he meowed.

"Nothing, if you wish. But may I suggest you stop them?" Nevarx said casually.

"Stop them?" Dirtfur echoed.

"Tigerstar is sly. Imagine what terror he could wreak if he had those two on his side. You're the only one besides them, me and Blondefur here who can harm the Heartless. Tigerstar would surely succeed." Dirtfur thought about this.

"You're right. Hate or not, I can't let Tigerstar get them." Dirtfur confirmed. Nevarx smiled.

"They leave at sunset. Blondefur and I will meet you there. I suggest you bring allies. It could get bloody if Tigerstar shows up." Nevarx turned and padded away. Roxas nodded and followed. The Heartless gave him a last look.

'Call me Kuritu. I hope you will come.' it said, before following the two. Dirtfur nodded, then padded back to the warriors den. He laid down for a sleep. Before falling into a deep sleep, he muttered one word. "Sunset…"


Sorry about the shortness. It may seem like I have not CLUE what I'm doing, but the whole plot line plays out in my mind. I get a chapter done, the plotline for the next one pops into my head. Next Chaper: Where True Loyalties Lie Can Dirtfur find it in his heart to forgive Sora and Riku? Even if it means betraying his own Clan? And what will it take for poor Roxas to regain his memory?