Chapter 4: Undercover Deputies
If I had a quarter for every time this pharse was written on fanfiction, i;d have enough money to buy warriors!
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Stormfur hissed at his guards as they pulled he, Crag, and Talon away. How could Eyes have betrayed them? The tom had always been so close to him, to Stoneteller...
Pain gripped at his heart as he thought of Stoneteller. Stormfur knew now, more then ever, that he would have to fight off Blood with every bit of strenght he possessed, or die trying. He would not, he could not, let Blood rid the world of Firestar's blood. He wouldn't let them kill his father, his friends, his Clan.
Breeze threw him painfully onto the cave floor, Talon and Crag joining him. Fang and Eyes joined the two BloodClan warriors to guard them. Seeing cats that, up untill today, would have died for Stoneteller, sitting on the side of Stoneteller's killer made Stormfur want to yowl in rage!
"Alright, Stormfur?"
Stormfur turned. It was Crag, comming towards him with a worried expression. Stormfur shook his head. "Other then the fact that Stoneteller's dead, a maniac is taking over the clan and is plotting to kill my father, and that I;ve been conemmend to death, I'd say I'm spiffy." he scoffed.
Crag looked at him sypathetically. He then lowered his voice, so it was lighter then a whisper and Stormfur had to lean in closer to hear him.
"They cannot kill you if they cannot find you. They cannot find you if you arent here." said Crag very quietly.
Stormfur gazed up at the cave-guard. He had been Stoneteller's second, who should have taken his place as leader. Crag would have made a great leader too. Yet now, he was here, treating Stormfur like a leader.
"We need a plan." growled Talon. Stormfur blinked. He had not even known that the other old tom had been listening. "got any ideas?"
Stormfur turned away quickly, making sure that the guards were not listening.
"We need to wait." he said.
"What!" yowled Crag loudly.
"Shhh." begged Stormfur, glancing back at the guards.
Crag sighed and signaled for him to continue.
"We need to wait." repeated Stormfur. "Wait, until we gather enough information. We have to have to be able to give Firestar, or any Clan cat, as much information as possible of Blood's plan."
Crag remained silent. As did Talon. Both cats seemed to be thinking it over carefully.
"Should we risk our lives, all for these Clan cats? For Firestar?" asked Talon.
"How can you say that? Don't you know who Firestar is-" started Crag, getting loud again.
Talon shushed him. "I just wanted to make sure, before we risk everything..." the cat muttered.
Stormfur stared him down with unblinking eyes. "If you lived for one day in a Clan, you would risk anything for them."
Talon looked at him, and, ever so slightly, nodded. Crag nodded too.
"We'll wait." said Talon.
Stormfur nodded. "We'll wait.'
DESTINESDESTINIESDESTINIESDESTINIESDESTINIES
Blood curled himself uo comfortably in his den. It was lined with feathers. He yawned, and signaled for his deputy, Moonlight, to come and bring him some food for him.
Moonlight nodded curtly with a dip of her small, beautiful silver head. She curled her tail neatly over her paws. Blood offered her a small mouse, but she shook her head. she had already eaten. Moonlight rasped her tongue over her neatly groomed fur and stared at her leader.
"How is the Clan?" he asked, a wide grin spreading across her face. Moonlight's ears twitched.
"Umm, we have one new warrior." she said, gulping slightly.
"Who?" demanded Blood, an evily large grin sprouting across his ugly, scarred face.
"Leaves." she stampered. "Leaves Scattered With Wind."
"I detest their naming system." growled Blood. "Make it a law that all kits must named according to the Clan customs. All exceptions will be held captive." he added, as though he was telling Moonlight who to send on a patrol.
Moonlight dipped her head again and got up, passing back into the Tribe/Clan's main den. She greeted some of her friends, and gave the new announcement. The cats reduced to mutterings. Moonlight searched the crowd for the prisoners. There they were, surrounded by guards, she nodded to one of the guards, who nodded back.
Moonlight plunged back into the cats and slipped as quietly as she could under the waterfall. She began to quicken her pace, and soon found heself next to a large pine tree. She sat down and waited.
"You got here quick."
Moonlight turned quickly, the fur on her shoulders bristling. She quickly relaxed when she recongized the cat behind her.
"I have news." she whispered, approaching the tom and giving an anxious look around, as though she expected Blood to evaporate right infront of them.
The stranger twitched his tail in apprehension. He too glanced around, to look for the occasional hawk or eagle prowling the night. "get on with it." he said hastily. "I told Fang and Breeze that I was going to get some water."
"Blood still thinks we're on his side." she whispered, excitement ruffling her fur.
"And?" growled the stranger, apparently expecting something better.
The she-cat's eyes grew very serious. She glanced around her one more time. "Part of the Tribe custom is to have a sacrifice day every season." she whispered.
"So?" snorted the other cat. Moonlight sighed. Eyes had no respect for Clan customs.
"So, that day is in a quarter moon." she whispered. "And if we get caught, we'll be the first ones to be chosen for the sacrifice!"
The smirk fell from Eyes' face as quickly as a flake of snow falls from the sky. "And, if we don't get caught.." he swallowed. "He won't, surley not Stormfur?" he gaped.
"I dont think so." she said quietly. "Not Stormfur. Blood has a plan for him. I have a feeling he's not out of the picture yet. After all, he is the only one who knows the Clan's whereabouts."
"So.. it'll be one of the other captives?" He whispered slowly.
"Thats the thing." Moonlight said, sorrow gripping in her eyes. "He has chosen Stormfur's kits!"
"Wow.." gasped Eyes. "So you're saying, that if we give in-"
"We're dead." she said simply.
"But if we don't.." he said very slowly.
Moonlight bowed her head. The outcomes were definate. The choices, not so...
