Alright, 'nother chapter. It's short, but I just need to work on the events that will lead to our beloved climax.
Also, to clear some stuff up…:
Well, this takes place, like…13 years after Firestar's death. Now the clans aren't as keen as to follow the rules. That's one of the reasons the cats act as such. If that makes any sense. Ok, I'm confusing myself.
Sorry for now posting in so loooooooong. I had a Panic! At the Disco concert, which my friend Sophia commented 'It's like watching porn, but much better!'. Ehm. I still thought it was still kick-ass. XD
Anyways…ON WITH THE SHOW!
Disclaimer – Ha. Don't own, don't sue.
Denzel growled, his bare pads touching the frozen cobble stone. His golden orbs narrowed, the darkness of the alley surrounding him with its cold, gray brick walls. He picked his way around old cardboard boxes that lay in piles, and or melting in the few large puddles encarved into the stone.
Passing one box, a low, amused purr emitted from its contence. He passed by, unfazed by the unexpected chuckle. "Anubis, what a un pleasant surprise…" He muttered, sitting on his hunches, watching as the dark tom emerge from the crate.
Anubis smiled a smile that would make a kit cry. "Ah, Denzel, are you always this cheery, hmm?" He found humor in it as Denzel did not. The raccoon-tom held himself from rolling his eyes at his leader. "Just cut to the point." He hissed.
Anubis made a fake pout. "Aww, Denny, remember who your talking too." He rounded infront of Denzel, who spat in displeasure of being called 'Denny'.
"Enough, what do you want, Anubis…sir." He stated sarcastically. Anubis sat up straight, towering over the short apprentice-aged cat. "Well, I'm glad you asked. You still remember the meeting I had with the other cats, yes?" Denzel nodded, heaving a sigh. "Oh, how could I forget?"
The black cat nodded. 'Yes, yes. It's time." Denzel rose a brow, his leader's words caught his interest. "Oh really? What do you wish of me now then?" Anubis let out a dark chuckle that echoed in the empty alley. "Well, my dear lad, what I want you to do is simple…"
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Maplepaw blinked, her eyes fixed on Sinstar's den. She carefully replayed what had just happened in her mind, still confused.
She had just awoken, when a ginger she-cat had busted into camp, along with two others. A dark tabby tom and a small apprentice, whom sat by her at this time. She looked down at the shivering white she-cat. The poor thing looked like it had just fallen into the river. She had tried to talk to the small thing, but it was no use. The apprentice was nearly paralyzed with fear.
Maplepaw wondered what happened. She'd have to wait, something she wasn't fond of, until Sinstar came out of his den after the meeting with the two older cats. Speaking of which…
"Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather under the Highrock for a clan meeting!" Maplepaw's head whipped around. Caught in her thoughts, she hadn't noticed Sinstar slip out and reach the Highrock. She noticed the two other cats sitting just behind him.
"As you may know, earlier this morning, three RiverClan cats entered our camp. The cats being Robinstar, Stormcloud and Dewpaw." He paused, nodding to the RiverClan leader. Maplepaw's eyes widened. She had no idea Robinstar herself had come. Nor did she even figure out that these cats were RiverClan. They all smelt so strongly of blood and water.
"They come bringing grim news." He turned to Robinstar once more, before letting her take his spot on the Highrock. Maplepaw stifled a gasp. The leader of RiverClan proved to be in a horrible state, to the point she guessed that Robinstar was on her second to last life.
"Y-Yes, grim indeed. RiverClan, is all the cats who have crossed the river. Three. This morning, we found four dead cats dragged into camp, their deaths were unknown…Until we were attacked. Rouges, over fifty of them, broke into our camp. I cannot explain the bloodshed, but they left none alive. Kits, elders, queens, they killed any cat in their way." She paused, ThunderClan cats nearly holding their breath.
"We fled here. RiverClan is…" She looked down, her eyes weak. "Gone." She whispered, stepping behind Sinstar. Sinstar gave the she-cat a sympathetic look. He turned to the shocked ThunderClan cats. "Robinstar, Stormcloud and Dewpaw are to stay with us, until further notice. Do not come bombarding them with questions. With this tragic news, no apprentice, kit or queen is allowed outside of camp without a warrior. That means you, Maplepaw!" He smirked as his apprentice made a face.
"Cats dismissed." He mewed at last, and the clan broke into clusters of chatter about the news. Maplepaw turned to Dewpaw, who stared glassy-eyed at her paws. She smirked, looking side to side, before slipping off into the bushes…
A white paw's set foot in the dust of ash. It recoiled as if it was bitten by a snake. Maplepaw stared at the four huge oaks around her. Her eyes were wider then the full moon that graced the sky at that very minute. "Old fourtrees…" She muttered. The sacred meeting place of the Clan cats had died, after being abandoned for reasons unknown to her.
She smiled, seeing a small beetle crawling in the middle of the clearing. She leapt after it, only to have the bug panic and crawl as fast as it could again. "Hey, come back." She giggled, swatting at it playfully.
Her ears twitched. Within less then a second she was face to face with a rouge. Her eyes widened a minute, before she changed them into a glare. "What are /you/ doing here." She hissed eyes unmoving.
The black tom didn't seemed scared one bit. Actually, he looked quite amused. The black tom shifted his weight to his right paw. "Well, hello to you too, love." He smirked, sitting down.
Maplepaw pouted. "Fine, what do you want?" She hissed, not really caring he blew her off the first time she asked a question. He let out a dark chuckled that made her spine involuntary shudder.
"Well, your quick to the point, eh, love?" He slyly looked around. "Are you sure you want to know?" He whispered.
Maplepaw stared at his eyes. Bright gold, an miraculous, radiant, mystifying color. A black crow was emerged from the iris, its black wings situated against the golden backdrop. It swooped. A river. Cats. Thunder. Rain. Cold death. Horrible yowling.
And all was black and still.
OOOOOOOH! You like the skillz! It's mostly crap, but I myself like the end. A great cliffhanger, no? Ehm…Yes. I nothing more to say except I'm sorry for making you peoples wait.
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Next Time- Denzel takes a trip down memory lane, and Maplepaw finds herself in a very scary situation…