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Disclaimer: Warriors belongs to Erin Hunter. The original plot isn't mine, it comes from an unfinished fanfiction called "Redemption" by Moonbirds. Enjoy!
Frostfang leisurely strolled down the streets of twolegplace. Soon she reached the edge of the forest and stepped confidently over the border. The Forestclan scents were fading and the smell of crowfood and thunderpath was taking over. When she reached the old Forestclan camp, she nearly stepped on a bundle of brown fur. 'Haretail.' Frostfang felt no regret or sadness for her clanmate, she hadn't felt an emotion like that in a long time. The sound of chattering and the crunching of leaves on the forest floor alerted her that a group was coming. She gathered her hunches and sprang into a nearby tree. Three cats were loudly making their way to the old camp, stomping on every single twig on the forest floor. There was a wiry ginger and white she-cat, a burly black tom, and a skinny brown tabby tom with a long scar running down his side.
"There's so much prey here!" the she-cat exclaimed.
"I know, I wish we had just wiped out those pathetic forest rats earlier," the black tom grumbled.
"Yeah, Dragon made a good decision in accepting that Ricejaw's deal," said the brown tom. The black tom looked at him and frowned.
"I'm pretty sure it was Icejaw."
"No, it was Icemaw," the she-cat piped up. The three cats walked away arguing about the mysterious she-cat's name. Frostfang rolled her eyes at their stupidity and sprang from branch to branch towards the camp. She reached a low hanging branch over the camp and settled down to watch. Many cats were milling around in the clearing below. Almost every cat had a dull, matted coat that was crisscrossed with scars. A few were lounging around while others were fighting with each other over scraps of prey. Blood stained the clearing and everything was in disarray. The bodies of her former clanmates were tossed carelessly out of the camp.
On top of the fallen log, a handsome young tom was delicately eating a fat squirrel. He had a grey coat with darker grey flecks and blue eyes. His pelt was sleek and unmarred by scars. Two beautiful she-cats were sitting on either side of him. One had long cream colored fur and narrow blue eyes. The other was a sandy color with tabby stripes and green eyes. Both had shiny, soft pelts groomed to perfection and finely shaped bodies. The tom turned to the sandy colored she-cat and whispered something into her ear which made her giggle. The cream she-cat huffed and turned her head. The tom, noticing this, rubbed his tail down her back and cooed softly at her. She purred and leaned back into him. 'Pathetic,' Frostfang snorted to herself. She was about to turn away when she noticed the ferns at the entrance to the leader's den rustle. When a familiar white head pushed its way out, Frostfang smiled.
'Found you, Icepaw,' The scarred she-cat made her way over to the handsome tom. He dismissed his she-cats with a flick of his tail. The she-cats pouted and slunk away. Frostfang leaned to hear their conversation.
"Perhaps your target died before we were able to attack," the tom meowed, his voice rich and smooth.
"No, that's impossible," Icepaw said shaking her head. "There were no fresh graves in the burial site. She must have run away."
"Then I don't see how I can help you anymore," the tom said with a dismissive flick of his ear. Icepaw growled and lashed her tail.
"Our deal isn't complete yet, Dragon! You got what you wanted, now you have to help me," she spat. She quickly calmed down and smoothed down her ruffled fur. "I would like your cats to help me search twolegplace for her. She's going to be there, I just know it."
Frostfang didn't need to hear anymore. She quietly made her way through the trees back toward twolegplace. The raid must have just gone on as planned and the clan cats were overwhelmed by the number of rogues. Icepaw had the backing of the Yew, but it looked like she was struggling to have influence over Dragon. Even so, the odds were stacked against Frostfang. But she knew just what to do.
Six moons had passed since Frostfang left Forestclan. During this time, she trained Rose into being a cold-blooded killer like herself. The orange she-cat was blindly loyal to Frostfang and did not hesitate to fulfill her orders. This pleased the white furred she-cat, Rose was the perfect little underling for her.
The two she-cats were currently sneaking along a fence that the Claws laid claim to. Many mice and shrews lived along it, so it was an ideal spot for hunting. It was one of the most heavily guarded areas in twolegplace. Six giant, burly toms were laughing and joking, clearly not worrying about an attack. 'I almost pity the fools.'
She gestured for Rose to go to the opposite side and gave her fur a quick groom. She widened her eyes and started to tremble to give herself the appearance of a frightened kittypet. With that she stumbled into plain sight of the guards making sure her fear scent was obvious. The guards sprang up, but soon settled down they saw her. They smirked and one of them sauntered over towards her.
"Hey, don't you know this area belongs to the Claws?" he asked her in a deep, husky voice.
Frostfang flattened herself to the ground and stared up at the tom with fearful eyes, "N-no, i'm s-sorry. I'm l-lost and just w-want to f-find my housef-folk." Her reply caused the toms to laugh and their leader thrust his nose in her face.
"Sorry sweetheart, but this ain't your lucky night. Just go along with it and we may keep you alive," he jeered. He leaned down to bite her scruff, but Frostfang suddenly sprang forward, knocking him backwards. The tom froze and Frostfang took the opportunity to slash open his neck. The tom's eyes were blown wide open as he fell to the ground, dead.
"As if i'd let you touch me with your filthy paws," she said at the offending corpse. The other guards were shaken out of their shock and started to lunge at her, their battle cries ringing out in the night. She sidestepped one clumsy attack and sprang upon the cat in the back of the group. She bit deep into his throat, killing him almost instantly. One tried to pounce on her back, but was knocked off his feet by an orange blur.
Rose savagely tore into his belly with her sharp claws. She didn't stop until she bore a hole straight through his stomach. The three remaining toms looked in between the two she-cats in fear and amazement. They started backing up, clearly preparing to flee.
"Rose, you take the one on the left," Frostfang said lazily before springing at the tom on the right. The tom yowled and swiped one huge paw at her. Frostfang ducked under his blow raked he claws down his chest. He reared up in pain giving Frostfang the opportunity to slash his belly open.
Looking up she saw that Rose had also quickly dispatched her opponent. The last guard trembled as the two she-cats approached him. Frostfang sank her claws into his eye, ripping it out. The tom screamed in agony and Frostfang smirked.
"Go back and tell Scar what happened tonight. Do that and we may not take your life," she said mockingly into his ear. The tom scrambled up and raced away, leaving a trail of blood in his wake. Frostfang turned to Rose and smiled, "You did very well tonight."
"Thank you!" Rose squeaked, her eyes sparkling with admiration. "Um, may I ask a question?"
"Of course."
"Why did we attack them like that, shouldn't we have done it from the shadows so we could take them out one by one?" Rose asked, her voice filled with confusion.
"Then how would the tom have known just who killed his comrades? If we had done it from the shadows, he wouldn't have seen or known what killed them. I did that so we could spread fear into the hearts of the Claws. I also wanted to gauge their strength and see what we're up against," Frostfang explained.
Rose looked stunned, "I should have known, you have a reason behind everything." Frostfang just laughed and beckoned her little apprentice with her tail.
"Come on, lets go rest. Soon the real fun will begin."