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I know, that this chapter is a little sloppy but the last two have been fillers and I just want to move along. Sorry :(

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Chapter Thirty-Two

Ice was surprised that the cat she followed had never noticed her. He was clearly very young, small like her and fur that still had its kit-like shine. He had to be just older than six moons old. She knew that this cat couldn't have been the most powerful in the Twolegplace, but she was focused on where he led her, and wherever it was she hoped it was a place she could begin her work.

Rain still soaked the ground, making every paw step louder than she would like, but still the cat would not turn around. His fur hung loosely off of his body making it clear that he had been out for a long time. This was no kittypet. He wore not a collar, but scars at his ears and legs. He was a fighter for someone so young. Seeing these things made Ice's lips pull back into a strange grin, corrupted by the thoughts of a sweet, bloody fight.

The tom rounded a corner, and there Ice caught a flash of a yellow gaze. She padded quicker, feeling the excitement churn inside her. It took all she had in her not to attack the little cat himself.

He led her to the end of the Twolegplace, where the nests were few. A blue pond, looking spotted as the rain fell upon it, opened to sight behind a giant oak tree. There, beside the pond were two, worn Twolegnests, that looked abandoned. They were both made of a reddish, stone like material and her both distinctly cubed-shaped. She could see a forest beyond the two Twolegnests but it was cut off by a silver barrier that looked difficult to climb. A spiral of gray thorns sat at the top of the barrier, and it looked like no one could get in or out.

The barrier was set at the back of both nests so there was a dead end at the back of the gap between them. That is where Ice saw shapes moving and the little tomcat made his way down.

She ran after him.

Ice stopped beside one of the abandoned nest. She could hear speaking in the alley, but was unable to know the words. Someone made a sound of acknowledgment when the small tomcat arrived. She had to get a better view.

A tall, thick wooded trunk stretched from the ground to the lower roof of the Twolegnest. Ice gripped in with her hooked claws and climbed to the top. It was a difficult task - the rain made it slippery - but she managed to get to the top and look down on the cats.

The small tom huddled under a sheltered area, shivering from the freezing rain. A ginger she-cat, bearing scars over her face accosted him, holding an evil grin on her lips.

"Welcome back, you little flea-bag," she hissed. "Have you caught anything?"

The little cat looked at his paws. The way is body trembled was no longer from the cold, but from fear. "No-no...Sli-slith-slither. There...there was-"

"You look me in the eye!" she yowled, slamming her paw down on the ground.

The little tomcat ever so slowly looked up into her cold gaze. "No, Slither. There was nothing out. Everything was taking shelter from the rain."

"Excuses, excuses," Slither grumbled. "You always blame it on the rain. You're a disgrace."

The cruel words of the she-cat sparked attention within Ice. She did seem pretty ruthless. Sure the camp was a little isolated, but someone like her would be heard around the Twolegplace, right?

"Don't just sit there like a useless rock," Slither growled. "Say something!"

"I...I am very sorry."

Ice leaned even closer. This cat really was ins who spread fear through everyone wasn't she?

"That's right you little runt. You're always sorry."

"Oh Slither," a blue-gray tom said, sounding amused. "Ever since you got yourself those scars you've been acting like the Commander. Drop the act."

Ice pinned her ears to her head. So Slither had been acting? She dug her claws into the wood of the roof, feeling frustration. She had to find the commander. He had to be the toughest.

"Shut-up Riker," Slither snarled. "He deserves this. He caught no prey for us and he's been out since sunrise. I expect him to return with food for us, not drenched fur and a petty apology."

"Maybe if you had taught him to hunt..." Riker muttered. "Let's go, Tyson."

The small yellow-eyed tom nodded and padded away from Slither head down and after Riker. The ginger she-cat looked like a ball of fire, staring after the two furiously.

"Well," she called after them, "I'll tell the Commander! He won't be happy when he finds out that you aren't punishing him for this!"

Ice dug her claws into the wood. Now she had to find the Commander? He seemed to be looked upon, now she just hoped he was worth a fight.

But was he known?

The rain had passed, and now gaps in the clouds let in fresh golden light onto the Twolegplace. Down the Thunderpath, a Twoleg had a dog on a long, colored rope. Ice slunk around, searching for a cat to question. Only then would she know what to do.

She reached the end of the neighborhood opposite of the pond and the alley. A fresh scent of cat lingered in the thick air. Her eyes swept from side to side until she gazed upon a silver tabby cat, and behind her, a much larger, broad-shouldered light gray tom.

Ice turned her attention towards them.

There was something in the posture or stature of the light gray tom that left her with the suspicion that he was the Commander. He had scars across his face that matched Slither's, and a hint of pond water in his scent.

The light gray tom leapt at the silver tabby and had claws down her side before she could realize what was happening. But by the time the pain had reached her, she let out a screech of agony. The light gray tom muffled her cries with a strike over her mouth.

Ice watched, feeling the need to join the fight, but it was over before she could think about it. The silver tabby let out a final scream before collapsing on the ground. The light gray tom licked some of the blood from his claws and stalked away, seemingly without a thought.

She padded up the tabby. Her eyes were blinking repeatedly, her breath fluttering through her chest and escaping, leaving it still. I've leaned down over the she-cat, who then looked like she had seen her.

"Hello," Ice breathed venomously, "friend. I'd like to ask you one thing...Tell me all you know about the cat who just attacked you."

"I've not...seen-you here...before," the silver cat said, gasping between her words. "Darren does not...like us telling...of him-to cats-that he has-hasn-hasn't dealt with himself...first."

"You're dying, friend," Ice said. "And I can make it go quick or leave you here to suffer. Either way, you're gone. Tell me what you know, and you won't have to endure this pain any longer."

The silver cat considered her words and then let out a sign, shaken by pain. "Very well...he leads...the Alley Cats. Every...stray around here...has hear-he-heard-d-d of them. Some house-c-cats-s too." The tabby slid out her claws onto the grass and tore it up from the ground. Her eyes bulged with agony. "He wants them-em to be...the most feared around...He wants every...one...to sh-shu-shudder just upon...hearing his name."

"I see," Ice said. "And he attacked you because...?"

"He gets...revenge on any-ny cat that refuses...to join him..." the she-cat closed her eyes and then opened them again. "He asked me a...moon...ag-a-ago-o. As...you have prob...ably guessed, I said...no." Her legs stiffened as a wave of pain past by. "No cat...has ever beaten...him before. It'd be...a...mir-iracle."

Ice smiled at the last few words. Not yet at least. "Thank you for your cooperation," she meowed, holding up her claws over the silver cat's neck. "Have a nice sleep."

She drew her claws over her throat.

Unfortunately, this was another filler. I thought I would put more in but I thought with all my ideas it would be to much. Sorry! But please review!

~Destiny