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Chapter 4
As soon as the rock was rolled over the entrance to the den, I was bowled over by an unseen force, and a voice purred in my ear, "Hello, Petalpaw." I was so shocked that I couldn't speak or even move.
Thorn held me in place for a few moments more, and then he leaped off and landed delicately beside me… or at least as delicately as you could land on that strange, slippery floor, covered in moss and other rather disturbing wetness.
He was still very coordinated, though, even on ground like this, so I couldn't really fault him for that. He was still one of the most evil cats that I had ever known, along with Rock, Vixen, and all those others. There were three 'others' that I could think of just then: Smudge, Ice, and Blood Strike.
I shakily got up, not very prepared for that. "Why'd you do that?" I asked tentatively. "You said you weren't going to hurt me."
"That I won't," he purred softly. I couldn't see him in the pitch-black darkness.
"Then why'd you do that?" I asked.
"Oh, no reason," he meowed, then added, "I just wanted to make sure that you listened to me."
"But I will! Every word!" I assured him hurriedly, in a quick protest.
"Are you sure?" I could feel his eyes on me in the darkness.
"Positive," I reaffirmed, quite annoyed that he was still treating me like a slave kit, when, really, he was the subordinate here!
"Alright, then," he simply said, sounding a little impatient. "First of all, I must say, I'm quite impressed with your Clan's method of keeping prisoners and skills of organization."
I tensed. What was he leading up to?
"I'll say this one thing: the Rock Agency is planning to take over the Clans. I know you won't tell your Clan how exactly we plan to do it, will you, Bug?"
I groaned. "For the last time, my name is…."
He cut me off. "Petalpaw. Yeah, I know."
"Then why don't you use my name?" I challenged him, although I was pretty sure I knew exactly the answer to that why question.
He's just trying to intimidate you, Petalpaw, I told myself. Calm down.
"Because," he said, blinking slowly. I waited for him to offer an explanation, anything for this weird behaviour, but he offered none and I didn't ask.
"Well, anyways," I said impatiently, "I won't tell my Clan. What's this all about, anyway?"
"Before I tell you anything, you just have to agree to my one condition," he warned me suddenly, leaning forward.
"Yes?" I was feeling apprehensive now, wondering what he could possibly want.
He leaned forward until his breath was so close, it was tickling the fur on my ear. My whiskers twitched slightly in discomfort. He smelled horrid. What had he been eating, anyway? I knew the answer of course: prey the Clan didn't need; in other words, the least fresh. Maybe even crowfood! I thought in some excitement. Yes, he was only fit to be eating crowfood. A cat as horrible as him didn't deserve anything else!
And then he breathed, "You have to help me escape."