The sleek tom sat upon the blood-red ottoman that was his throne. Over his head was a Twoleg kit's skull, which he wore like a crown. To his right, a heavily scarred Doberman Pinscher sat silently, waiting for directions.
Smudge watched fearfully from the corridor as the striped black cat glared at the quivering cat before him, "Dock. You have proven yourself a traitor by sparing the life of a horrifying monster." He hissed. Dock, a wiry brown tom, scowled defiantly, and growled. "Not all twolegs are monsters, Bonebranch, you snake-hearted mouse brain!"
Bonebranch shrieked, furious. "You know nothing! Think of all the kittypets, lied to, abused, neglected by their beloved twolegs! Think of dogs like Spirit!" He screeched pointing at the said scarred dog, scowling. "Forced to fight to the death against their own kind! Think of Blazefoot and his mate, who died at the brutal paws of twolegs! Dock, I sentence you to death!"
Dock flattened his ears as the Doberman stepped towards him, snarling. The giant dog grabbed him by the scruff and watched angrily as he struggled. With a mighty throw, the traitorous cat hit the patterned wall, and fell into a motionless heap,dead.
Smudge held back the urge to vomit, he had to get out of there. He bolted through the massive house, and out the door. He ran as fast as his stubby legs could go, through the unkept hedges and flowering fields.
He arrived at his home, shaking and lay on his comfortable bed after a well-deserved meal, replaying the day's events in his mind. He shuddered, remembering what the striped tom had said about Housefolk. "It's not true, it can't be… r-right?" he mumbled as he drifted to sleep.
