Prologue
A black tom with cruel green eyes padded through an abandon two-leg park. He let out a quiet cackle.
"Time to show those cats who is boss," he growled with a sly smile. With a lash of his tail, he leapt out of the shadows and landed onto a younger tom with gray fur and fear-filled blue eyes.
"No, don't hurt me! Please!" he shouted. "I'll bring you the Servants you need, Poison, just don't harm me!"
"Oh, Squirrel, I'm afraid it's too late for that. You know what the Bloodclan Law says," he cackled. "Show no mercy."
"No! Ple-" he was cut off when Poison raised his claws and cut the gray tom's throat. "No!" he managed to get out as Poison gave him the killing blow. The black tom's muzzle was now dripping with scarlet blood.
"He's just lucky I knew him, his death would have been much more painful otherwise," he chuckled as he turned and slithered away, back into the shadows. He ended up in a two-leg place they called a "dump". It wasn't long before a white she-cat with three scars over her right eye.
"Greetings, Monarch," she meowed and bowed slightly. "I trust that the mission went well."
"Oh, yes. That bad excuse for a cat begged for mercy. He even tried to give me slaves in exchange for his life! Like I, the second monarch of Bloodclan, would show even the tiniest type of mercy," he meowed with a smile. "Were there any Captured?"
"None, the capturing has been slow this week. One of the Servants tried to fight back, his master broke the Servant's leg. Other than that, nothing happened," she meowed. Poison nodded.
"Good work, Ice. I am glad I promoted you to deputy," he meowed. Ice titled her head, surprised.
"Umm, thanks," she meowed. Poison nodded before trotting inside of a mountain of two-leg objects. He climbed up for a short time before laying down on a soft bed made of a two-leg "mattress". Soon, he was fast asleep.
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