Chapter One: Rusty hates the forest
More torture :) There is a message at the end for a special someone.
"Sylvia, you really think I'd go out there, into that pile of garbage where warriors die every day just to protect territory they could easily share!?"
The black-and-white she-cat just blinked.
Rusty hissed and jumped back into the backyard, where his loving housefolk would feed him.
The next day, Rusty explored the edges of the forest, looking for the twit-faces known as wildcats.
Suddenly he was tackled by another cat his size.
A wildcat! Rusty thought with annoyance. I hate them! But this is what I wanted… To feel their blood in my teeth and claws…
He fought with tooth and claw, and he injured the gray cat pretty bad. As the scrap of fur lay there, nearly motionless, Rusty cleaned his paw, barely a scratch on him.
Pesky flea-brain!
"Does anyone else want to mess with me!?" He yowled into the trees with rage.
He saw something come slowly out in the corner of his vision.
He turned his head to a large golden tom who looked much like a lion. It hissed at him to get away from the territory.
Rusty hissed back and sprinted towards the large tom.
"I hate every single one of the stories I hear about you mange-pelts, killing each other for territory easily shareable!" Rusty jumped and clawed down the tom's back.
"Go away!" He spat as he bit the tom's ear. The tom, however, easily flung Rusty off.
He calmly said, "You don't belong here, kittypet. You need to get away from our boundaries."
A blue-gray she-cat also emerged from the trees. "Go to camp, Lionheart. He serves no purpose. I shall help Graypaw."
"Yes, Bluestar." 'Lionheart' dipped his head and ran back through the trees. Rusty watched angrily as 'Bluestar' picked 'Graypaw' in her teeth.
She shot an icy glare at the kittypet as she disappeared through the trees where 'Lionheart' had gone.
"I never want to see them again. You know what? I ought to find them and kill them all!" Rusty murmured to himself.
I can gather an army and destroy the wildcats!
Uh-oh! This wasn't supposed to happen in the original world. Jayfeather is guilty!
By the way, the prophecy "Fire will save the clan" is "Fire will scorch the clans."
I want to talk to a specific reviewer today.
Fanfic To-A-T.
Thank you. For copying my name and saying, "This is going to be a trollfic, isn't it? Please don't waste a good game."
I don't look forward to your future reviews that might not happen.
And get away from my story. The only reason I'm saying it here is because I can't click on your name.
Get out now.
For the rest: Thanks for reviewing and/or reading!
P.S: Sylvia is Smudge, if you haven't noticed.