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A Twisted Heart

Chapter 3

"This isn't enough!" roared an angry tom. "We can't support all these cats!"

"It will have to do, Feral. For now, at least," Chimney mewed.

The cat named Feral just snarled. "Of course, Chimney."

Chimney gazed at Feral for a moment, thinking.

"Chimney is a foolish name. Who would name their kit that? I shall change it. To something… better," Chimney growled.

He scraped the hard moor ground with his claws, and his ears pricked.

"You know about Monsterclaw do you? That has some prey for some of our cat," Feral suggested.

"I came from Monsterclaw, flea-brain, of course I know about it!" Chimney hissed.

"I was just saying, you know! I am your second-in-command, after all," Feral snorted.

The two cats glared at each other for a long moment.

"Monsterclaw is too big for us, for now. We should invade other cats before them…" Chimney decided.

Feral nodded silently and padded away, leaving Chimney alone, to think.

If he had to ambush Monsterclaw, who would he kill first? Why, his littermate, of course. He could almost imagine his claws sinking into Hearth's flesh, her screams

of agony piercing the air… Chimney shook his head fiercely. He was going to have find some other cats to fight, for now…

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A white cat stared at the group of cats talking. Her ears pricked, hearing every word.

"…we will have to believe Torch is coming back!"

Of course, Torch had been missing for a while. Chimney had been gone for even longer.

"Perhaps Blackbelly will know…"

"Or perhaps I won't," the white cat muttered.

She decided to wait as the three cats came to see her.

"Where's Blackbelly now?" Scorch grumbled.

"Over here, listening to you, as usual," Blackbelly mewed.

"Do you know where Torch is?" Hearth mewed anxiously.

"No," Blackbelly said simply, "I don't know."

"Are you sure?" Ribbon whispered anxiously.

"I don't know where dead cats go," Blackbelly murmured.

"He's… Torch is… no, he can't be!" Hearth gasped, "NO!"

"He was murdered," Blackbelly went on, "Murdered, by some cat…"

"Who is this cat?" Scorch snarled, "I'll kill it, torture it, I don't care!"

Blackbelly turned away. "I don't know who this cat is."

"Why…? He was so… so… my best friend!" Hearth wailed.

"He was a great cat," Ribbon choked out.

"My brother…" Scorch roared, "That cat who murdered you will meet death!"

"And… I will help you, Scorch. I'll help you kill this cat!" Heath hissed, suddenly angry.

Blackbelly couldn't tell the truth, at least not to Hearth. She knew who the murderer was. What would Hearth say if she knew that Torch's murderer was Chimney?

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Blood. There was blood. On his paws, on his pelt, everywhere.

"We won!" Chimney yowled.

"For this piece of… trees?" a cat muttered tiredly.

"These rogues didn't stand a chance!" Chimney sneered, "It was practically 2 to 1!"

He licked his bloodied paws, feeling energy course through him.

Feral was beside him, "It wasn't exactly 2 to 1…" he mewed gruffly.

Other cats slumped on the ground, exhausted. One tom was bleeding heavily from a huge slash on his shoulder. Blood started to pool around him, and his

breathing was laboured.

"We didn't lose any cats, so that's good!" Chimney snorted.

"It looks like we're going to lose a cat!" Feral muttered.

Just as Feral muttered, the tom collapsed, and did not get up again.

"I guess we lost one cat," Chimney sighed, "Anyways, we still beat our record!"

Feral nodded, he seemed to have as much energy and enthusiasm as his leader.

"I'll stay here with some other cats to keep this place and get some fresh-kill."

"Good, I'll be back in two sunrises with some cats," Chimney mewed approvingly.

"I think you should choose Turt to take care of this place for now," Feral added

Chimney nodded and roared, "Time to go back, now! Get your lazy butts here!"

Many cats groaned and staggered to their paws. A she-cat mournfully looked at the dead tom. "What about Slick?" she rasped. She trembled wearily, and full of grief.

"You can stay with him if you want, Mossy," Chimney mewed coldly. "Feral will take care of you,"

He turned away and all of his cats except Feral and a few other cats followed him. Mossy glanced back sadly at Slick's body and stumbled after Chimney. Smiling.

cruelly, Chimney started to run as fast as he could, and he heard his cats wheeze and pant. He didn't stop his running for a while until he heard a dull thump.

He looked at the cat who couldn't keep up with the running.

"Get up! What if another bunch of cats decided to attack? You can't be resting!"

The cat struggled to his paws, shuddering.

"When you're with me, you need to have more energy to fight!" Chimney spat.

"That piece of territory was worthless," the cat wheezed.

"Then why would I leave Feral to guard it for now?" Chimney sneered. "Keep up!"

Leaping away, he started to run again, back to the moor camp, with his exhausted cats struggling to keep up.

Holy gooosh! I haven't upadated since forever! Stupid school!!

OH well, I got to this time!! I'll try to update again!!

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