I managed to write this chapter before I left to go to the Philippines to visit some family. YAY! I hope you guys like it. I found it very mysterious. Like I said, I probably won't be able to write until next month, since we're leaving for the Philippines tomorrow, then I guess this is... farewell! (sobs, then gets over it) I guess I'll just see you guys next month or something. But I'll TRY to get on and write. Which I seriously doubt I'll be able to. And if I manage to see all your reviews, I'll just answer them by the fanfiction review answer thng. Ok, enjoy the chappie!! :D
It was a dark night. Tall trees covered the night sky, casting even darker shadows on the hard ground. A jet black tom padded through the dark forest, stepping silently across rocks and logs. A small movement in the dark bushes caught his eye. He twitched his whiskers. Mouse. With a quick leap, he landed on the mouse and dealt it a quick blow. Picking his catch up in his mouth, he hurried along, ignoring the eerie silence of the forest. His paws carried him to a thorny bush where the hideout lay. Suddenly, he pricked his ears. He sensed something just behind him. He paused, then swiveled around and curled his lip in a menacing snarl. No one was there. A leaf fluttered down from an elm tree and landed on his nose. He shook it off impatiently. Someone was there. He couldn't see it, but it was there.
"Show yourself!" he thundered. Nothing moved except the shadowy trees. Holding back a snarl, the black cat turned around and padded into the thorny bushes. Thorns prickled at his fur, but he didn't notice. A raspy voice suddenly whispered in his ear, "What do you have?"
The black cat dropped his mouse. Yellow eyes peered out from the thorny bushes, gazing down at the plump mouse. "It'll do," the cat meowed finally. "Go."
The black cat picked up his mouse and padded into the hideout. It was a hollow with large stones and ledges. Cats were everywhere, sharpening their claws on the rocks with glinting eyes, resting, or grooming each other. The rest were carrying prey to the largest rock in the hollow. The place where the leader held his quarters. The black cat padded towards the rock, but a voice stopped him. He turned and saw a gray tabby she-cat padding hurriedly toward him, her eyes blazing.
"What?" he asked impatiently.
The gray tabby leapt at him, bowling him over. "What?" she snarled. "You ask what? You killed my kit, that's what, you murdering piece of foxdung!" She bit down hard into his shoulders. The black cat kicked her off with his powerful hind legs and stood, his shoulder bleeding. He ignored it and growled, "It's not my problem, Frost. I was told to kill your kit."
"By whom!?" Frost's ice blue eyes blazed with rage.
"By our leader," the black cat meowed. "He has no patience for kits, you know that. And I agree with him. They're whiny little bundles of fur."
"Of course that's what you think," Frost mocked. "You're a tom!"
"Exactly." The black cat's eyes glinted.
"One day I'll kill you, I promise you that," Frost growled through gritted teeth. "No cat murders my kit and gets away with it!"
The black cat turned, ignored her, and padded on towards the stone. Suddenly, another voice stopped him. He turned around, thinking it was Frost. "What now?" he snarled, then he stopped and stared. An unfamiliar white cat stood before him. It gave him a calm look through piercing blue eyes. "Take me to your leader."
"How'd you get in here?" he growled, ignoring its order.
"None of your business," the cat meowed, its voice hardening. "Take me to your leader, fool!"
"Why should I?" the black cat asked, standing up tall so that he towered over the white cat.
"Because if you don't, I will make you wish you had never been born," the cat meowed calmly. It held up an unsheathed paw and studied it, flexing its claws in and out. The black cat growled, but he had to admire the cat's spunk.
"Fine. Come with me." He picked up his mouse again and continued to pad towards the huge rock. The other cat padded alongside him, looking as calm and cool as ever. When they had gotten to the stone, the black cat padded around it's edge until he found the hole that led into the tunnel. He slithered through it with ease. He turned and watched as the other cat struggled through the hole, finally popping out by his side.
"Follow me," he growled, then walked on through the tunnel. It began to slope downwards, going deep into the ground. It became dark. The black cat now depended on his whiskers to go along the way. He felt the other cat's hot breath behind him and sped up a bit, wanting to see if maybe he could just lose the cat and leave it to die in the tunnel. Unfortunately, the white cat ran as quick as a rabbit, coming up to his side in a heartbeat.
"Are we almost there?" it finally asked.
"Be quiet!" the black cat snarled, his voice low. "Never talk loudly in this part of the tunnel. The ground might cave in."
The white cat went silent, though its tail flicked to and fro with impatience.
Finally, there was a small flicker of light. "Here we are," the black cat sighed. As they neared the light, the white cat looked up and narrowed her eyes distastefully at. "What is that light? It smells."
"It's an old Twoleg thing," the black cat snapped. "Now stop asking questions." His paws stepped on soft sandy ground, and he knew they had reached their destination. The black cat padded forward and meowed, "Master, I bring you prey."
There was silence. Then suddenly, red eyes blinked out at him from the shadow of a stone.
"Ah. Poison," the cat growled. "Where is the prey?"
Poison dropped the mouse in front of the stone. Nothing happened, until a ginger paw darted out from behind the stone and grabbed the mouse. Poison dipped his head respectfully as there came a loud crunching sound from behind the stone. Then the voice meowed, "Good mouse, Poison. Now, what is it?"
"I've brought a cat," Poison growled. "It wants to see you."
"And when I say I want to see you, I want to see you, not talk to you from behind a stone," the white cat interuppted, glaring at the stone where the voice was coming from.
There was silence. Then a ginger head poked out from behind the stone. It settled its red gaze on the white cat and meowed, "Ah, good to see you again."
"You know each other!?" Poison asked incredulously, looking from his leader to the other cat.
"Of course," the white cat meowed smugly. "How do you think I got in here?" It padded up to the red eyed cat and growled, "I have some business to talk with you, cat."
The red eyed cat flicked a white tipped tail. "Go on."
"Why did you not kill that stupid mousebrained kitty ?" the white cat growled. "I gave you specific instructions, you promised to carry them out, and the next day I find the weakling alive and uninjured!"
"We were alerted by voices," the red eyed cat meowed calmly.
"She was a weakling!" the white cat hissed, ignoring what he had just said. "You couldn't kill a weakling!? You couldn't carry out one simple task!?"
The red eyed cat flicked his tail for silence. He leaned in close to the white cat. "I would have killed the mousebrained kitty, as you call it, but like I said, we would have been discovered. We heard voices getting closer, so we escaped as soon as possible. End of story."
The white cat's eyes blazed with rage, but it said nothing more. "I have something else to talk with you about."
The red eyed cat flicked his tail for the cat to continue.
"But first," the white cat meowed dangerously, "you must promise that you will help me."
The red eyed cat raised a ginger paw. "I swear by the darkness that I will help you."
"Good." The white cat looked satisfied.
The red eyed cat motioned for Poison to come closer, then nodded to the white cat to tell them its plan. It looked at them both, then quietly made its deadly proposition.
Soooooo... was it good? I liked it. There's a mysterious cat who's evil!! Actually, there's two. You know who Poison is, and Frost, but what about the red eyed cat and the white cat? You guys will never guess. See, when you think about it, the answer that seems most obvious isn't the right answer, while the answer that seems least obvious is the right answer. If that makes sense at all. Well, anyways, review and you get a Poison plushie!! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!
Bye, my loyal reviewers and readers! I'll miss you! (waves a handerchief in farewell)