Chapter 12: Look Down
Echostar was flailing quickly and ordered his deputy to keep his clan growing strong. Before Breezeclan knew it, Hawkfeather became Hawkstar. He had to be the most cruelest leader of Breezeclan. His sharp gaze filled the apprentices, queens, kits, and even Warriors with fear. He also made Eaglestrike his new deputy, and Eaglestrike was filling duties left and right.
"Look down and see the miserable cats at your paws! Look down and show some mercy if can!" The warriors of Breezeclan said while hunting.
"Look down, and see the crying little kits! Look down, look down! Upon your clanmate!" The queens cried.
"'Ow do you do? My name's Copperpaw!" A brown tabby apprentice meowed.
"This is my clan, here's my patch!" He raced through Breezeclan's territory.
"Not much to look at! Nothin' posh! Nothin' that you'd call up to scratch!" His golden gaze glanced upon the Cloudclan patrol.
"This is where I live, my high society! Here in the slums of the forest! We live on scraps of Hawkstar's leftovers!" Copperpaw smiled.
"Tough on the teeth, but what the Starclan?" The brown tabby apprentice said.
"Think you're poor? Think you're free! Follow me.. Follow me!" He yowled.
"Look down, and see the miserable cats at your paws! Look down, look down! Upon your clanmate!" The Breezeclan warriors shouted.
An senior warrior with very light brown tabby fur and a lily-white tail was hunting around the territory, when she saw a rogue in the territory.
"What you think yer at? Hanging 'round the territory? If you're new around here, you rogue, you've got a lot to learn!" The warrior named Lilytail growled.
"Listen you old cat... Crazy warrior... 'Least I give me customers, some pleasure in return!" The tortoiseshell rogue laughed.
"I know what you give! Give 'em all greencough! Spread around your poison, till they end up in a den!" The warrior spat back.
"Leave the poor old clan cat, move it, Spark. She used to be no better till the clap got to her brain." A black-and-white tom growled, pushing the rogue away.
"When's it gonna end? When we gonna live?" A grey she-cat muttered.
"Something's gotta happen now or something's gotta give!" The warriors said, coming back from the patrol.
"It'll come. It'll come. It'll come. It'll come. It'll come. It'll come!" The Breezeclan cats chanted.
Then a red tom roared, "Where is the leader of Breezeclan? Where is the foxbrain who runs this show?"
"Only one cat, and that's Goldenstripe! Speaks for the cats here below!" One of his friends, a pale ginger tom with brown eyes meowed, talking of the gray tom that had a golden stripe who always spoke up of the cats.
"See our kits fed! Help us in our shame! Something for a piece of crowfood! In Starclan's name!" A pale queen wailed.
"In our ancestor's holy name." A small silver apprentice mewed.
"In their name, in their name, in their name..." They murmured.
"Goldenstripe is ill, and fading fast! Won't last half a moon so they say!" The pale ginger tom warned.
"With all the anger in the forest, how long before the judgement day? Before we cut the fat cats down to size?" The red tom's silver gaze caught the crowds.
"Before the barricades arise?" They yowled together before Hawkstar's patrol threw a threat at them.
"Watch out for old Bramblesky! All of his relatives are on the make! Once ran a barn in the forest! Bit of a fox, and no mistake!" Copperpaw muttered to a fellow apprentice.
"He's got a gang! The stupid foxheart! Even his daughter does her share!" He flicked his tail towards a sleek blue-gray she-cat.
"That's Rainbrook, she knows her way about! Only a warrior, but hard to scare!" He explained.
Eaglestrike then made them hunt.
"Do we care? Not a mouse! Long live us, long live us!" He roared before joining his fellow apprentice.
"Look down, and show some mercy if you can! Look down, look down! Upon your clanmate!" The warriors said.
Eaglestrike sighed, "How am I going to do this?"