Firestorm
Prologue
Shadows circled the area as a lithe figure raced through the grass. It stumbled once as it hit an unexpected rabbit hole but continued as fast as before even with the pain of a twisted foot. The figure raced until it found its target. A dip in the ground surrounded by rocks. Flicking it's tail impatiently, the figure moved forward. It's brown and white pelt blended in with the rocks. Green eyes flashed as a guard shifted on his haunches.
"Get rid of the threat." A shadow whispered to the figure. He nodded and crept forward placing his feet evenly so as not to make a sound. He flattened his ears with regret as he thought about what he had to do. He leaped forward with powerful legs and reached for the guard. He bit down on the neck and the cat gave a strangled cry before going limp. The tom lifted his ears for any sound that came from the entrance afraid that someone had heard the cry. He relaxed as no sound came.
He dragged the body behind a rock and turned to leave. He paused for a moment and looked back. This cat was no different than him. Defending his clan. He had friends and a family. The poor cat was in the wrong place at the wrong time. He moved back to the body gently put it in the ceremonial death position. Now it looked almost as if the guard were sleeping. The tom forced himself to look away. He had to keep moving. He moved back around to the entrance.
"That was a waste of time." The shadow whispered in the tom's ear. "Buzz of Iceheart," the tom muttered back. The shadow moved away slightly as the tom slowly slid into the entrance. It was silent in the camp. Nothing was moving. The tom could see the figures of sleeping cats all around. Some were in dens, some were out in the open and some were in tunnels that looked like they could have been badger holes once. Still being cautious, the tom moved around the edges of the camp out of the view of any den.
"Where's the den Iceheart?" The shadow turned and started making it's way through camp. It looked in each den until it stopped in front of one of the old badger holes. "This one!" he called out to the tom. The tom flattened his ears, thankful that no one else would be able to hear the shadow. He silently stalked across the center of camp until he stood next to the shadow.
"I'll stand guard," Said the shadow with a wicked grin. "No one will be able to hear you. I promise." The tom looked at him almost wishing someone would hear him. He steeled himself and walked into the den.
Inside were two she-cats and 5 kits. The tom looked between the two she-cats trying to decide which one would fight more. He decided that the larger calico she-cat would be tougher to take out and moved to her first.
She lay asleep with her three kits piled up by her belly. She was spread out with her head out and her neck prominently showing. It was almost like she was begging to be killed. The tom reached forward with his teeth bared.
Five minutes later, the tom left the den and looked at the shadow. "I hate you."
"You're not supposed to like me Aspenclaw."