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Time: Day 3

Character: Breezepaw of OakClan

Ch. 7 Alleyway

A dull aching vibrated though my head. The smell of dried blood and Twoleg monsters made the agony even worse. It felt like it would explode from the build up of pressure.

I curled up into a tight ball with my paws over my ears in hopes to drown out the sounds. I cringed at the pain that shot through me with even the slightest movement.

The sound of distant monster crushed and splattered my ear drums into a million shards. When I thought the pain couldn't possibly get any worse, I loud voice sounded in my ear.

"Hey," it called, "have you come back around yet. I have been getting kind of bored with only Fox and Monster to talk to. They can't say a word without it becoming a fight." The voice was definably a tom, but the scent of she-cat was potent.

I pried open my eyes, but soon closed them as a ray of light shown in my face. Red spots danced before the smiling face of a tom. White light glistened on his fangs and blared into my eyes.

I batted my unsheathed claw at him in hopes that he would just move away from me. I pulled my arm back to my side when I felt scabs peel of and crimson blood forming at the edges. The pain from earlier now seemed complete.

Another voice piped up. "Let me get you some cobwebs to stop the bleeding. I really hope Danger left some because I hate the sight of blood. The metallic scent is the worst. It is just really, really horrible."

A third voice sounded from farther away. "I have some cobwebs over here. You have to be patient, they are stuck under some rocks. It will take longer if you keep complaining, Monster." The voice was replaced by a serious of grunts. I considered opening by eyes for a second, but put aside the notion when a shot of red streamed into my eyes.

A soft paw was placed on the oozing cuts on my flank. I resisted the urge to swipe, remembering that is wasn't Moss, but a tom cleaning up my wounds. The cool juices of some plant that Thornpaw would probably know chilled my cuts. I let out a sigh in obvious relief.

I relaxed into the treatment when a glob of spit splattered on my arms. I tore my arms away, oblivious to the searing pain that replaced the cool comfort.

"Who just spit on my arm?" I shouted. Heat rushed to my face when I saw a light ginger tom with small black ears standing over me. His hazel eyes were filled with confusion and sudden anger as he looked away from my wounds.

"I was just cleaning the wound. Would you rather get an infection? I personally wouldn't mind watching your arm swell to twice its size and seeing flies nesting in the festering skin," he snapped to me, his eyes gleaming with barely controlled fury.

"Um, Whisker," said the black and brown patched tom who hated the smell of blood. "Fox looks really angry at the newcomer. His eyes are doing that thing they were doing that time, you know."

He stood at the edge of a rundown Twolegplace. The crumbling stones walls stretching high into the sky. On one side, escape was blocked by a pile of garbage. The structure was too tall and steep to scale. On the last side was a metallic fence that formed in small diamonds that I couldn't even fit my small paws through.

Whisker, the snow white tom who had spoken to me first sighed, "What is up with you newbie? Rose and Danger dragged you in here tied up and unconscious. Blood was encrusted to you skin, and you reeked of sweat. I was here when Monster and Fox were brought in; neither had it as bad as you."

"I doubt Monster put up much of a fight," I chuckled. The tom backed away from me as Fox took several deep breaths. Even Whisker seemed to harbor deep hatred. "What," I shouted to them. "The little tom hates the smell of blood; I doubt he would fight for his freedom. Toms in OakClan would eat him alive."

Whisker was the first one to break the silence that had descended with a small chuckle. "You know we are being taken to BloomClan, not OakClan. There, the only thing a tom eats is prey his mate brings him. Your lucky if you even get that."

Fox finished bandaging and cleaning my wounds when he asked me, "Newbie, what is your name? We can't really be calling you Newbie until we get to our new lives."

I flipped around and rose to my paws. I could feel small droplets of blood trickling down my legs and seeping into the earth. "I'm Breezepaw of OakClan," I said haughtily.

Fox scrambled over to Whisker and whispered quickly in his ear. Both Monster and I strained to hear the silently exchanged words, but all the noises were mumbled together.

Finally the two broke apart, and Whisker looked at me with his eyes, now amber. "What is this OakClan you are talking about? We are curious to know if we might avoid becoming a mistreated tom by going there."

The look on Fox's face was pure confusion quickly replaced my indifference. I didn't miss the look of hatred in his eyes, but I assumed they were sent towards Monster.

Monster jumped up and started to pace around the three of us. "We can't do that," he yelled at us. "We will get attacked, and we'll bleed our guts out. I would much rather take my chances with the she-cats."

Fox's eyes changed back to their angry hazel. He slowly walked up to Monster, his pace causing the coward to bump into a silver Twoleg container that cluttered the area. A silver disk fell and clattered against the ground.

Monster winced and called out to Fox. "We don't need to do this. I'll fight for whatever you make me. Just don't attack me. Whisker, please stop him."

Whisker rolled his sky blue eyes. "Fox, why don't you come back here? I think Monster has had enough of a scare. It looks like his fur is going to fall off with all that shaking." His voice was calm, but I recognized the tone from Nightclaw from his kinder days.

Fox jerked his head and looked back at Monster. "Sorry bud," he said with a sleek smile. "Just didn't want anyone to squeal on our escape plan. You wouldn't to that, would you?"

Monster, who had started to walk back, retreated once again. "Of course not, Fox. I would love to hear about this OakClan. Tell away Breeze."

I ignored the fact that he called me Breeze and started telling these cats about OakClan: the sooner I told my tale, the quicker I could make my escape. I bet they could boost me on the silver Twoleg container, and I could jump over the barrier.

Whisker interrupted be before I could start. "What are you doing out here if you are a part of OakClan. I would still be at the pond if Danger hadn't ensnared me."

"Well, I was patrolling with my mentor when they came from the trees around us. We fought gallantly, but their sheer numbers overwhelmed us. Eventually we were forced to surrender if we wanted to fight another day."

Monster closed his eyes and curled into a ball. "I didn't fight when they came to capture me. It was just Piper, Thunder, and Wolf. The little she-cat was so mean to me. She made we weep crimson tears."

"Piper is a problem no more," I laughed. "Nightclaw, my mentor, and I acted liked docile little kittypets. They never saw the surprise attack coming. I launched myself on Piper's muzzle and scarred her permanently. Marshmallow didn't have enough cobwebs to even hope to stop the bleeding."

Monster screeched, "She didn't deserve that. I deserved to bleed. I didn't want to leave my comfortable cardboard box when she told me to. Don't tell me about anything." He quickly retreated to where I had first seen him, pressed against the decaying wall.

Fox snarled, his eyes flashing between amber and hazel. "Just ignore him, Breeze. He does that a couple times everyday. He'll snap out of it eventually. Maybe your tale will snap him out of it." He seemed to sneer at my name more than Monster's cowardice.

"In OakClan, we are ruled by our tom leader. Right now, it is Adderstar. He is a small tom, even smaller than Monster. He only has one ice blue eyes because his other was torn out by his rebellious mate."

"I told you it is dangerous," shouted Monster. "You could keep you eyes if..." He trailed off at the end because Fox drilled him with hazel eyes.

I staled for a moment and then continued when things calmed down. "The second most powerful cat is the deputy," I told them. "Right now, it is Nightclaw, my mentor. That means I'm the most powerful apprentice."

"What about the she-cats?" asked Fox, his voice calm and even, like he already knew the answer. "You haven't mentioned a thing about them yet. Do they always take out their mate's eyes."

I tried to envision Fox as a ginger version of Nightclaw, so I wouldn't set him off. "No," I said, my voice on the verge of cracking. "She-cats are kept in dark dens where they stay until we mate with them."

"Would we be welcomed there?" asked Whisker, his eyes alight with ideas. "I would love to see my tormentors in a dark den with no sunlight to be seen. After how long I have been kept in this prison, I wouldn't mind some revenge."

"I'm sure Adderstar would welcome you with open arms. You just need to provide some information on our captors. He would be thrilled to know whoever captured Nightclaw and I." I laughed evilly inside. The only cat from the trio Adderstar would even think of excepting would be Fox; the others had the appearance of kittypets.

"Here is the plan," said Whisker, beckoning for Monster to join us. "Danger and Rose said they plan to collect everyone soon. That is when we make our move."

Monster let out a small shiver. "They said see you tomorrow when they dropped Breeze off. Does that mean we have to fight tomorrow. I'm not ready yet; there was no time to prepare."

I snarled at Monster. "Shut up, and let Whisker talk. No one cares for your cowardly opinions." All the anger I had buried inside or me rushed to the surface. " You would betray your own father if it meant keeping your pelt safe. Adderstar would throw you to the fishes if you ever acted like that in OakClan."

Fox rose to his paws and unsheathed his claws. His one hazel eye blazed. "Let's get on with the plans, shall we. We just need to get out of here, then we will decide on what to do."

"Okay," outlined Whisker. "I heard from the local alley cat that Danger has a way of moving that silver fence. When they do, we bolt. Everyone got it. Use you teeth and claws is necessary. If they catch one of us, they have us all."

"No," cried Monster. "I don't care if I'm called a coward; we will get slaughtered if we try to do that. I'm too weak to fight, and I have been stealing the prey they bring while you sleep."

Fox's eyes turned to a deep, dark hazel. His fur fluffed up and his long claws dragged the ground. When he opened his mouth, a snarl ripped through the air. "I'll take care of you mangy piece of crow-food. Maybe I'll snack on your insides to satisfy the growls that have tore through my stomach."

As much as I hated Monster, I couldn't let him die because he would help me escape. "Fox," I shouted sternly. "Turn around right now. Why don't you attack Danger's cat who gave your food to Monster. Than, we can escape at the same time." I meant to sound cajoling, but my words came out as a rough hiss.

He turned away from Monster, his hazel eyes flashing towards me, a deep loathing boiled in the center. "Maybe I should get you, you filthy Clan cat. You though I knew nothing about your stupid OakClan. I know about you ruthless tyrants very well."

"Fox," said Whisker, an edge of nervousness inching into his voice. "Will you please back away from Breeze and Monster. Come over here, and we can all forget about what ever happened."

"Fox isn't even my real name. I was born Rustkit, but I was too small, even for your stupid leader. I was no kit of Adderstar and Whiteoak. They threw me into the marshlands beyond the Fox Rock." His tone made the response die in my throat.

Monster stood atop a Twoleg container, obviously believing he was safe from harm. "I saw a wild fox once," he announced. I wanted to wipe his newfound smile of his face. "It had horribly sharp teeth and reeked of death and decay."

"Well, I had to live with them. How I survived, I will never understand. Even now, I wonder if any of the stupid OakClan cats think about me. Does Adderstar even remember me?" His voice softened at the end, and I saw it as a time to strike.

"Whiteoak is dead," I shouted, recalling small snippets of the beautiful snowy she-cat. "Adderstar killed her without mercy. No one remember you, no one!"

"Than I will kill you with no mercy." He drew his claws along the ground and the noise screeched the air.

I with drew mine to match his challenge. I could sense everything around me: blood polling from my peeling scabs, a loud clatter from Monster falling from his roost, Whisker taking an intake of breath, and a sound of metal scratching on hard rock.

"I thought you said they would be docile little wimps. The ginger and the light brown one like like they are about to fight. I don't want them to teach out toms anything." The sharp words came from a stunning brown she-cat with delicate white paws.

Fox turned around, his eyes still blazing with adrenaline and pent-up energy. He eyed the she-cat with barely covered suspicion. "What do you want with us? I could turn you and Danger into crow-food in a second."

I was relieved that his anger had been redirected, but I didn't like the appearance of BloomClan, if that is who these strange cats were. "You are a pretty she-cat," I called to the one who had spoken. "Maybe we could go for a walk."

"You are small enough to be an apprentice. Petalstar would never give such a runt to a warrior like myself." The tone she was using suggested that she-cats were superior to toms in every way.

"Well, Fallowheart," spoke Danger as she appeared behind them. "I know they might be fighters, but the kits will be strong at least."

"Yes, Frostbreeze and Ivysky could use another mate. I want that ginger tom for myself." I could see Fox's eyes returning to their calm amber even through a snarl graced his lips. "Duskfern, Lilystrike, you can bring in Everpaw and Icepaw. They need to see how we trade."

"Hey," I shouted out. "I am not important enough for your weak little Clan. I'm the best fighter and hunter where I come from. You wouldn't want to see someone as handsome as me fester in this prison of yours."

"You can have him for half price," offered Danger., trying not to sound too pleading. "Just three pieces of prey, and he could be yours."

"I think you want to get rid of him," said Fallowheart cunningly. "Two pieces, or you get to keep all four and instead of twenty-seven pieces of prey, you get none. It is your choice." She motioned for her cats to leave when Rose spoke up.

"It is a deal," shouted Rose, like she couldn't agree fast enough. "We will even collect the prey at a later date."

"Good," smiled Fallowheart. "Icepaw, you need a new mate any way, don't you. Didn't Hawktalon die from a weak heart or some silly tom disease. Do you think feisty here can be yours?"

Icepaw nodded. Her pale blue eyes betrayed no emotion as I flashed my sharp claws at her.

"Well," said Danger, giving an irritated look to Rose, "why don't you round them up? Flight and Fang will help you out."

Whisker walked by me as a sleek, dark gray she-cat led him away. "Stay away from Fox until I tell him our escape plan. I don't want you to mess everything up." His calm voice eased the loathing I felt deep in my heart.

A white paws scarped across my face. "I don't like talking between the toms. Especially when the tom is a fighter like you."

"You are just a weak she-cat," I said, my rock-heard convictions slowly shattering. "I could overpower you at anytime I want to."

Just three words from her, and the world went black again. "No you couldn't."

I think this was my longest chapter yet. Maybe I could be rewarded with more reviews. I have Junior Olympics this weekend, and I don't know if I have access to a computer. The next chapter will ne Brightkit, but it might be a little delayed.

When I finished this story, would you read another I plan on writing called Color Splatter. It is going to be about the messed up history behind Shadow, the founder of ShadowClan. She is born in a Twolegplace where cats are grouped and named by the color of their eyes. It is ruled by Black and White who are backed up my Blue, Green, Yellow, Orange, Red, and Purple. Every several years, a new Black and White are born, but this time, the leaders aren't ready to give up power. They issue and order than any cat black or white eyes be killed. That is when a new Black is born. Her mother is fearful and calls her Shadow in order to keep her alive. As she grows, the danger rises until one day, she is called to meet the reigning Black and White. They want to make her a collecter along with Gray, Silver, Mist, and the other undecided cats. As she flees the mercenaries, she meets up with Sky, a disgruntled Blue tom. Together they run into the forest where they meet Thunder, River, and Wind and are thrown into a battle unlike any they had at the Color Splatter.

That was a rather long summary, but I was wondering if anyone would be interested in reading. If so, there is a poll on my profile I would love for you to answer.