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Casper looked over his rebellion, scraggly, painfully thin, but with eyes shining bright with ferocity. They all stood to face him, awaiting his words.
The white tom took a deep breath and squared his shoulders.
"Cats of the Rebellion," He said, attempting to project his voice. "We are about to engage in our very first battle against the dogs. Obviously, we can't fight them head-on, they're much stronger and bigger than us. We must use our wits, our teamwork, and fierceness! Just like we've been practicing!"
The cats were quiet. Casper swallowed and continued.
"Listen, I know you're scared. I-I know that...that we've never fought a battle or-or anything-some of you might not have ever fought anything before!" The cat winced at his words. "But that doesn't matter. B-because we're not going to sit around all day, letting the dogs do as they please! We're waging war now. We...the time to fight has come!"
A couple cats exchanged looks. For being such a good leader, Casper couldn't give a speech to save his life.
"Well," Jack called. "Let's go kick some dog butt."
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When the large-ish group of cats reached the pre-planned place of ambush, Casper's heart and mind were racing. What if he hadn't trained them well enough? What if they weren't ready? What if...what if someone died?
Owl, sensing his anxiety, touched his flank with her tail. Casper hadn't wanted the she-cat to come for fear of her getting hurt, but she insisted since everyone else was.
The large tom gulped, held up his tail-a silent signal to his army that he commanded attention. Then, when he knew the time had come, his voice rang out.
"Charge!"
The broken-down building that dogs frequented was suddenly filled with the sound of hissing, yowling cats, thirsty for the blood of dogs.
It was hard to tell, but Casper was fairly certain there were 4 dogs. Surely his rebellion of 13-they'd picked up new members- could take them.
Casper leaped at a dog's turned back, his fangs sinking into the back of its neck, feeling its blood trickle into his mouth.
The thing easily shook him off and swatted the cats around it to the ground.
Casper winced, got up and attacked another dog, trying to be more ferocious, wilder, but the same thing happened again. And again. And again.
As the tom saw how grossly outmatched they were, he felt his gut wrench. The cats weren't ready-not even close. The fierce warriors Casper knew looked like kits compared to the foul beasts they were fighting.
"Retreat!" The rebel leader yowled, his voice soaring above the sounds of the battle.
Some cats-the ones who'd gotten the worse beatings-immediately scampered out, while others fought a little longer before being chased out.
The dogs gave surprisingly little chase for having been attacked at random by a horde of angry felines.
Once the dogs left, all eyes turned to Casper.
"Well," One cat yelled. "That was a complete and total fail!"
"We were absolutely demolished!" Another cried. "What made you think that was a good idea, Casper?"
The white cat winced as his 'army' fell into a state of chaos, yelling and yowling.
"Enough already!"
When Jack's angry voice rang out, the cats nearly immediately shut up.
"Yeah, we lost today. Yeah, it was pathetic. We looked like a bunch of mewling kits, too young to even open their eyes. And do you all know what?"
The cats were silent. Jack huffed before continuing.
"We're going to lose again. And again. And again. It will be a long time before we win. It takes time to get good at something, it doesn't just happen overnight. Now come on. Let's get home. We're all tired."
Wordlessly, the group of cats followed the tuxedo cat, Casper deciding to take up the rear. He needed time to think. He knew his army had potential, he could see that much, but he could also see that they needed to be trained. And, unfortunately, Casper didn't know how to do that, and he didn't know of anyone who did.
"Casper!" Someone called from up front. The white cat scampered up to meet them.
"Yes? Is there a problem?"
The cat, a female named Daisy, nodded. "It's going to rain soon, Casper. We need to seek shelter."
The tom looked at the sky. Sure enough, dark grey clouds had gathered. He sighed.
"We can't. We're still in enemy territory, it's too risky."
So they carried on. Once it started to rain, more cats complained, but Casper had none of it.
"We're close," He said. "So just keep on keeping on. I swear it isn't much further." That wasn't exactly true, and they all knew it. Their camp was still about 2 miles away, which is longer for cats than it is for people.
About 10 minutes later, the cats reached what had been a small stream, no too hard to cross. But the rain had turned it into a raging river, that no one even wanted to look at.
"N-now wh-what?" A young brown she-cat named Toffee asked, shivering from the cold rain.
"We...we cross it," Casper said hesitantly. "We have to. We're in a main dog patrol path."
"B-but-"
"No buts." Casper cut off the youngest cat's protest. "I promise that each one of you is capable of crossing it. I'll go first."
Now, Casper had expected crossing a debrie-filled raging river to be hard, but it turned out to be much, much more difficult than he'd anticipated. His muscles burned, and he could barely get enough air into his lungs. The branches and whatnot flying at him didn't help either.
But, somehow, he not only survived, but made it relatively safely across. He, however, was having serious doubts if the rest of his army could make it across. Sure, they were all strong, but Casper was undoubtedly one of the strongest, and he had almost drowned. Really though, what other options did they have?
"Come on! You all can do it!" He cried, hoping he sounded encouraging. Sure enough, Amber jumped into the current. The wiry she-cat made crossing look almost easy.
Daisy went next, Owl right by her side. That was how the majority of the cats crossed, in pairs, until there was just one feline left.
"Come on, Toffee, I know you're strong enough!" Owl called.
The young she-cat looked absolutely terrified. "N-no, I c-can't swim!"
"What?!" Casper roared. "Why didn't you tell me?!"
"I-I'm sorry, I t-tried!" The feline cried.
Casper sighed. "I'll have to go and get her." And before anyone could protest, he'd sailed back into the water.
The large tom barely allowed himself to think, knowing that if he did, fear would set in, and he couldn't have that. Not now. Not that it mattered really, because about halfway through the river, he heard a cat yell something that cut through his mental barriers with terror.
"Dogs!"
Pulling his head up, Casper's blue eyes met Toffee's terrified ones.
"Jump!" He yelled. "I promise I won't let you drown!"
Honestly, the cat hadn't been expecting Toffee to do it, but she quickly complied, s
oaring into the cold water.
Casper reached out and grabbed her scruff, pulling her through the current, trying to dodge debries and keep her head above the water. When they finally reached the opposite bank, Casper heard another heart-stopping shout.
"Log! Get out, now!"
With a great toss of his head, Casper literally threw the small she-cat onto the shore, just before the log smashed into him.
The white tom was vaughly aware of someone- it sounded like Owl- screaming his name before the world went dark.
Spottedstar sighed, setting his head on his paws. It'd been a long day, and the old leader was happy to finally get some rest.
He, unfortunately, didn't get to sleep long, as a rather loud commotion outside his den woke him. With another sigh, the greying tom pulled himself out of his peaceful den and looked around the Riverclan camp.
Two of his warriors- Rainheart and Oaktail- were dragging the body of a large white tom into camp. The leader walked over to them, cautiously sniffing the white tom.
"Who is he? Why have you brought him here?" The spotted male asked.
"We dunno," Oaktail said. "He was washed up on the shore of the lake."
Spottedstar narrowed his eyes. He'd always been wary of cats from other clans, but this younger tom didn't seem to be from any of the clans. Perhaps he was a loner, or rouge. He was too thin to be a kittypet.
"Have Brightleaf take a look at him," Spottedstar instructed. "He could be hurt."
As Rainheart scampered off to the medicine cat's den, the white tom's icy blue eyes flew open to meet Spottedstar's old Amber ones.
I apologize for so many things.
1)The lateness of this chapter
2)The bad ending of this chapter
3)The general poor quality of this chapter
4)My unexplained absence
Okay I think that's it. Please forgive me! I promise I'll update soon, it's time to start cracking down on this fic.
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