The next chapter in the Warrior's Rain series. Would any Wolf's Rain story be complete without thier number one villain?...
In the shadows of the abonded barn of Horseplace a massive white tom with a face darker than a starless sky bowed down to a cat shrouded in shadows. All was dark in this place except for the shining eyes of the cats that lurked here.
"Everything went according to plan Darcia." the black faced tom meowed. Two eyes cut through the gloom, one yellow and the other a dark frosty blue, both were gleaming with a defiant glow.
"Excellant, apparently you dungheads can do something right after all." the owner of the yellow and blue eyes answered roughly through the gloom. His voice sounded like the shrieking noises of cracking ice. The massive tom stepped into a shaft of sunlight, his dark pelt glowed a dull purple. The cause of his chilling voice became clear as a long jagged black scar that ran down his entire neck became visible.
"Are you sure there are no survivors?" Darcia asked, examing his razor sharp claws.
The black and white tom shook his head. "All four Clans are dead. The Twoleg's gasoline was able to wipe them out. The time of the Nobles has come."
"I wouldn't be so confident Jagura. Some of the scouts that were sent in after the fire found fresh pawprints leading away from the forest. Four different sets." Darcia meowed icily. Jagura's head shot up from it's inclined position, green eyes shining with fear.
"I assure you Darcia that my cats and I had no-" he began.
"SILENCE!" the dark tom roared loudly. Jagura collasped onto the ground, shaking madly from fear. "Didn't I say kill every single Clancat down from the oldest elder to the youngest kit? Didn't I say that we didn't the five chosen cats to open Paradise with the White Cat leading them? Paradise will never be ours because of your idoicy!"
"Please Darcia give me another chance. I will send my best trackers to find the survivors and kill them without mercy." Jagura begged.
"Fool we do not want them dead. Some fool medicine cat has already told of them of SkyClan by now. Not even we know were the fift Clan is hiding. Send out your trackers...and go yourself, to follow them. Do not attack them and do not harm the cats in any way. We need them alive in order to track down SkyClan got it?" Darcia explained.
Jagura gave a nod, face filled with relief. "Thank you my ever meriful-"
"Don't bother me with such meaningless flatteries. The longer it takes you to find our little group the longer your torture will be." Darcia warned.
The frightened tomcat pelted out of the gloomy barn and yowled for his elites to gather. After a group of ten cats slunk out of caves made of bones of prey Jagura told them thier mission and led them out into the hills beyond.
Darcia watched the posse of his warriors leaving from the top of the ruined barn. A malicious smirk spread across his features, making him more maniacle.
"Soon White Cat your blood will stain my paws, oh so soon." he growled to himself as he nimbly sailed off the barn with a graceful jump and landed skillfully on his paws. He stalked through the camp of his warriors, snarling at those who got in his path.
In the only real den there was that was located underneath the old Twoleg nest. The only occupants were a slim black she-cat that was carefully squeezing water out of a clump of moss, allowing the water to trickle into the mouth of a pale golden she-cat with blue eyes, that were only open a crack.
"How is Hamona doing?" he demanded the black she-cat.
"Hamona is not any better than last night my lord. The deathberries that Iceclaw slipped into her vole a few moons ago are still doing thier toll." she reported. Darcia padded toward the golden she-cat and gently pressed his black nose into her long golden fur.
"You have been avenged my love. Iceclaw died in the flames, along with most of ThunderClan. My best trackers are after the White Cat. Soon Paradise will belong to us and only us and you shall be better." he purred.
Although to weak to talk Hamona showed her delight by opening her pale blue eyes and gave her mate a small smile before going to sleep again.
"Darcia she needs constant care, without which Hamona would die. With the greencough patients mounting every day the other healers have thier paws full. I am afraid her life might be lost incase I have to leave my post." the black she-cat warned.
"I see." the leader of the Nobles pretended to ponder this for a moment. "The lives of these cats mean nothing to me, only Hamona reighns supreme in my mind. If the worst was ever to happen and my dear mate couldn't take being alone send a warrior over and put my poor Clanmate out of his misery."
I hope this seems in charecter for Darcia. I never really was good at keeping the bad guys in charecter.
Coming up next chapter: A Little History Lesson