Chapter 13: The Robbery
Meanwhile, in a undergrowth, a group of cats were quietly talking.
"Every cat here? You know your place." Bramblesky said.
"Fire, Snarl, Claw." He nodded his head to the three rogues.
"You Amberleap, watch for Eaglestrike!" He ordered the amber tom.
"With Rainbrook, take care.. You turn on the tears! No mistakes my dears..." Bramblesky looked upon his daughter.
"These stupid warriors on our territory! Here they come padding once again! Our Rainbrook would kiss their paws! She never had a scrap of brain!" A calico, Dapplefang growled to Bramblesky.
"Hey Rainbrook, what's up today? I haven't seen you much about!" Sparkheart, the pale ginger tom from earlier meowed to the she-cat.
"Here, you catch always catch me in!" The blue-gray she-cat, Fawnflower purred.
"Mind Eaglestrike don't catch you out!" He warned, having a spark in his brown eyes.
"Hey, how do you catch so much food? I could've been a great hunter too! Don't judge a she-cat on how she looks! I know a lotta things I do!" She smiled.
"Poor Rainbrook the things you know, you wouldn't find being a hunter!" Sparkheart chuckled.
"I-I-I like the way you brush your fur.." She stuttered.
"I like the way you always tease!" He laughed.
"Little he knows.. Little he sees.." She murmured to herself when she then bumped into her mother, Dapplefang.
"Mother! What the-" She started to hiss when her mother interrupted her.
"Here's the old cat! Stay on the job! And watch out for the law!" Dapplefang snarled, then pointed an black cat walking with his daugter, a beautiful light brown she-cat.
"Stay out of this!" Rainbrook warned Sparkheart.
"But Rainbrook.." He protested.
"You'll be in trouble here! It's not your concern! You'll be in the clear!" She snapped, making him take a step back.
"Who is that cat?" He tilted his head, seeing the black cat.
"Leave me alone." She started to walk away.
"Why is he here? Hey Rainbrook!" The ginger tom said, then bumped into the light brown she-cat.
"I did not see you there, forgive me.." Sparkheart apologized.
Rainbrook saw this and went to where her father and his gang was.
"Please, come this way.. Here's a kit that ain't eaten today! Save a life, spare a mouse! Starclan rewards all the good that ya do!" He meowed, then a face of memory came upon the light brown tabby's face.
"Wait a bit.. Know that face.. Ain't the world a remarkable place! Cats like me, don't forget! You're that foxheart who borrowed Barkkit!" He growled.
"Larkkit!" Dapplefang hissed.
"Whatever.." He mumbled back.
"What is this? Are you mad? No, you don't know what you do!" The black tom stepped back.
Bramblesky then noticed a scar: of a convict. "You know me, you know me! I'm a rogue, just like you!"
"It's the deputy! Disappear! Flee for it! It's Eaglestrike!" Rainbrook yowled.
Through the jumble of cats, Fawnflower heard a small yowl, "Larkwing!" Most likely the black tom to his daughter.
The grey tabby stormed in, with two of Breezeclan warriors. After the fight was broken, the black tom got up and looked for his daughter who was with Sparkheart.
Eaglestrike stomped over Copperpaw, who now had his ears laid back.
"Did you have anything to do this?" The grey tabby snarled to the young cat.
"N-N-No, Eaglestrike!" He told the big tabby.
"Another brawl in the forest! Another stink in the air! Was there a witness to this? Well, let him speak to Eaglestrike! My friend, the forest is not safe! But let these vermin beware, we'll see that justice is done!" Eaglestrike meowed.
"Look upon this fine collection! Crawled from underneath a stone! This swarm of worms and maggots.. Could've picked you to the bone!" He said.
"I know this rogue over here! I know his name and who he is! And on your witness, I'll see him suitably fed.." Eaglestrike turned to see the brown she-cat and the black tom; but they had fled.
"But where's the good cat gone? And why in our ancestors name did he run?" He asked.
"You will have a job to catch him! He's the one you should take away! No more mice when you scratch him.. Than that scar upon his paw!" Bramblesky slowly meowed.
"Could it be he's some old convict, that the river now washes in? Heard my name and starting running, had the scar across his paw.." Eaglestrike thrashed his tail.
"And the she-cat who stood beside him, when I turned, they both had gone! Could it be the cat I've hunted? Could it be he's Clawfall?" He asked aloud.
Bramblesky cleared his throat, "In a absence of a victim.. Dear Eaglestrike, may I go? And remember when you've nicked him.. It was me who told you so!"
"Let the old cat keep on running! I will run him off his feet!" The gray tabby told him.
"Every cat about your business!" He growled to them then turned to Copperpaw, "Clear this crowfood of the territory!"