The Final Escape of the Tortured Servant

Chapter 3

Angelfang

Leopard's POV

Gingerstar14: I used Angelfang for the she-cat cause I liked the name. ;) I know anglefang sometimes reviews my fanfics.

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I leaped to my paws in terror, pain lancing through my leg. There was a huge gray tom and a calico she-cat standing next to me, bristling. The others were sleeping, even Foxdung. I stood defiantly, the gray tom nearly bigger than me. My whiskers trembled, but I snarled, "What do you want?"

"This is how Honeypaw feels." The calico, who was very dainty, reached out and ripped a small but extremely sharp claw down my shoulder. I took a step back, and leaped at the calico. She dodged and I fell to the ground. "Thunderlash," She mewed, flicking the tom. Great. I thought. Clan cats.

Thunderlash flexed his claws. "You repay Honeypaw for saving you by torturing her." He spat. I shrugged. Thunderlash took a step forward menacingly. "Angelfang and I won't hesitate."

"Are you even real?" I snorted. Thunderlash leaped onto me and clawed my back. I screamed in agony, and found myself waking. There was a puddle of blood around me, and the others were staring at me. "Knife!" I screeched.

Knife padded over to me. "The same thing that happened to me last night." He growled. I stared in horror.

"Who knows how to treat wounds?" I yowled. "Foxdung! You hung out with the medicine cats. Come help me." Foxdung got up from her nest and limped over. There was dried blood covering her pelt. She sniffed my wound on my shoulder.

"I don't know for sure." She winced as Knife cuffed her over the ears, then continued, "You should get marigold in case it's infected and put cobwebs."

"More like you should. Go! Take Blue too." Rip growled, shoving her forward. I watched as she and the blue-gray she-cat padded out of the camp. I shifted and began to groom my pelt, and wash the wound clean. Finally she returned, chewed up the marigold and spat it onto my shoulder. It stung, and I let out an angry hiss. Then she put on the cobwebs and limped back to her nest.

"Go hunting." Rip ordered Blue, so the tiny she-cat nodded and padded out of the camp. I lay down in my nest, confused at what happened. I wanted to go to sleep, but fear of Thunderlash and Angelfang kept me awake. Knife padded out of camp, and Talon eagerly followed. Midnight began grooming, and Rip lay down for a rest.

It wasn't long before Blue returned, carrying two mice. She set them down and sat beside her nest. I decided to have some fun with her. "Lay on the ground, belly up," I commanded, stalking over to her. Fear flashed in her eyes, but she obeyed. I rubbed the edge of my talon along her belly, thinking about Thunderlash and Angelfang. Blue's eyes followed my talon fearfully.

Finally I sheathed my claw and placed a paw lightly on her belly. I could smell her fear, and I turned and padded away. She flipped over and let out a small sigh. Knife and Talon padded into the camp. In his mouth, Knife had a plastic pouch with strange white stuff in it. He placed it on the ground. "I found this substance on the ground."

"See what it is!" Midnight exclaimed, padding over. "Taste it!"

"Not me!" I growled. "Foxdung can try it." I waved my tail and she limped over. "Eat it." I commanded. She looked at me, and then lapped up a tiny bit of it. She looked at me and made a face. "So it's not good to eat." I meowed.

"Try it on her wounds!" Knife exclaimed. I licked my pad, stuck some of the little white balls on them. I rubbed them on one of Foxdung's old wounds, after raking my claws over it again. Her eyes widened and she whimpered.

"That'll work! We can use that!" I exclaimed. She looked at me desperately, but I ignored her gaze.