100 Tales 92
Who Are U
Icewing had thought it was a normal night. She had thought that the day afterwards would be normal, too. The pure white she-cat curled up next to her mate, Darkclaw, a pure black tom, at night.
She often woke up in the middle of the night, and he was either gone, or leaving.
However, one night, she woke up, and she decided to follow him. She kept to the shadows, and ran in the trees, if needed. Well? It was.
She followed him through the forest, out of the territory, and—she was a little reluctant, at this one—into Twolegplace. She had seen him going to meet a group of mysterious cats. She hid behind a Dumpster, and was quite happy listening.
She was shocked at some of what she heard.
"So? Dark Tooth, Yellow Fang, Green Leaf, Red Blood, Glistening Claws, Sky Killer, Hawk Talon, and Brown Tree Bark; are you ready to lead the attack on the Clans?"
Icewing listened, with growing horror. Dark Tooth was her own Dark Claw!
Yellow Fang and Glistening Claws were of RiverClan, Suntooth and Whiteclaw, respectively.
Green Leaf, Red Blood, and Sky Killer were of ShadowClan, as Greenflower, Redsplash, and Eagletalon, respectively.
And, finally, Hawk Talon and Brown Tree Bark were of WindClan, as Hawktalon and Brownfur, respectively.
Are all these cats really trying to take over the Clans?! Icewing wondered, quite desperately.
"We will take over the Clans!" Darkcl—Dark Tooth declared.
Icewing gasped, quite loudly, actually. There was a silence. And then, all of a sudden, heads started to turn.
Cats glared at her as they spotted her now, cowering behind the Dumpster. She began to run. She barely heard Dark Tooth's, "I'll deal with her, Sir!" But she did hear his pounding footsteps after her.
She ran and she ran, and she ran ever faster. However, pretty soon, she started to tire out, and she tripped over a rock. She couldn't get up fast enough, and, pretty soon, Dark Tooth's big black paw slammed down onto her side flank. He held a rope, and quickly bound her paws and ankles together. He glared down at her, and began to rake his claws down her flank. She screeched, in pain.
"Quiet, Icewing!" he roared.
"Who…." she managed to gasp out, "are…. you…."
"Why, only a prime-time elite member of BloodClan!" Darkclaw, or, rather, Dark Tooth, purred menacingly.
"Why…. did you…." She wriggled painstakingly, being able to say no more, for she was bound and there was a sharp, clawed, paw on her throat.
"Let me go!" she suddenly gasped. "Can—you…. let me go…. please." She gasped for air, as Dark Tooth was slowly pressing farther down on her throat. Farther…. farther down….
And then, everything went black.