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Two chapters in one day? You guys are lucky. Anyway, my two reviewers, tell your friends. Thanks Sundapple of WindClan and my anonymous reveiwer whose name I just forgot. Yes, Web is a she-cat.
Web of Lost
Chapter Two
Just Sleep
A small and lithe brown tabby slinked through the piney territory. From a distance she looked young and full of life, but in reality she was growing old. Not old enough to become Elder status in those hell holes called Clans, but maybe a Senior Warrior. No, why was she even comparing herself to a Warrior. She was nothing like them and their ways.
The moonlight reflected on her pelt, and created an eerie silhouette against the night's blackened sky. The sky was always black now. It had been since Dark died, the she-cat noted when she spotted her first prey. He was young and foolish, Web knew that much. He had white fur and was alone. Good. To Web, white fur was pure and the red blood that would soon decorate it would mirror the pollution in her own soul.
"Hello, there, young Warrior. Would you mind leading a she-cat home?" Web surprised the tom.
"You don't smell like Clan cat. Get off of ShadowClan territory!" he snarled at her. He was perfect.
"Oh, now, now, deary? What does that matter? Will you let me starve and die here? I promise I'd never steal any prey, I didn't even know this was Clan territory. I'm from over the mountains, and have traveled a long way. I'm ever so tired," Web worked her magic. This prey was too easy.
The tom's gaze softened. "Well, only if you promise that you didn't steal any of our prey. I'll lead you to the border, but that's it!" he couldn't just leave her hear. Besides, she didn't seem dangerous.
"Oh thank you!" Web purred. She was being too over-dramatic. Someone who had been doing this for such a long time shouldn't make a mistake like this, but the young Warrior didn't seem to notice.
The tom felt awkward but lead the way. "Stay close to my tail, you can bet it's dark in these woods at night,"
Web could barely conceal a purr of delight. "Okay, as long as you promise to find me if I get lost," she pouted.
They had walked awhile when they finally reached the border. The tom turned to Web. "Okay, this is the border. Don't cross it again, another warrior may not be as kind as I am," he warned her. Poor thing, Web thought, your kindness may lead to your death. No, I'm sorry, I'm wrong. It is your death.
"Thank you, so much!" Web exclaimed, "Come here, I want to give you something before you leave," she entwined her tail around his.
"Yes!" the poor tom. Just like the rest, to excited, to full of hormones.
Web licked the white tom on the shoulder. She almost started to yowl of laughter when a rumble of purr escaped his throat. "Now then," she hissed into his ear. He leaned forward eagerly.
In only a few seconds Web knocked the tom off his feet and onto the ground. "Sorry, love," she hissed, bringing up her lips in the best smile a cat good give, before biting down slowly into his throat. Barely a yowl of pain escaped before she let his blood flood her mouth. It tasted so… free and eager and young. The tom was in convulsions. At least this prey wasn't a quick kill. She hated those. She loved it when they suffered.
"Shush, now. Just sleep," she purred as the tom finally succumbed to death. She smiled and grabbed him by the shoulder, dragging him away from the border. He would be tonight's dinner, and the last thing she wanted was his Clan mates finding her eating him on the border. She knew that he would leave a sent trail; so she began to lick to the blood of his fur.
She bit happily into the toms neck and took a chunk of muscle, sending a whole new wave, but smaller, of blood onto the dirty ground. A half an hour or so passed when Web finally felt it was time to move on.
As she walked away from the corpse, she purred. She was a killer. The Clans were terrified of her, but yet a stupid tom, or lost kit, or over-excited apprentice still came along. She knew her name was whispered in the darkest of kit tales. She flicked her tail back and forth happily, trying to find a safe place to sleep. She'd have to mask her scent some how, so she'd try to find some flowers or water or something.
There was one issue she was faced with. Like her prey, everything had to die sometime, so even Web would meet her fate as well. She needed an apprentice. A successor. But where would she find one? She couldn't steal a Clan kit, it would be too obvious. Rogue and Loner kits were definitely an option. Definitely. But which loner or rogue parents are willing to give up a kit to Web? Sure, they backed her in most things, but they wouldn't give up offspring for her cause.
There was always a trip to No-fur Place. But who would want a den cat as an apprentice. Unless… it was a very big chance that the Clans didn't know about No-fur Place, as it was about fifteen minutes away if you caught a Monster. Besides, young cats there didn't know about Web and her ways, they wouldn't know about the kit stories. In fact, they'd most likely view the Clans as evil already.
Yes, yes! She could get a young den cat, sculpt it into something frightening. She purred as the idea caught on. The next day she would try to get a Monster. Besides, it was Summer, and Monsters went back and forth regularly. She would travel to No-fur Place. She would find a successor. She would.