Faster, Faster, you won't go far

Shouldn't leave, feeling faint, we both know why

You got to show me, both knees, cold I lie.

Hold me slowly, hide me until I can fight

Lies, CHVRCHES

Hello guys, I don't know why but I'm really motivated to write lately. And I want to thank jazara evergreen and Tea and Gingersnaps for reviewing.

And for jazara evergreen congrats for winning my little contest, this early chapter is for you, I don't think I ever saw a review so long, and yes your definition is really correct, you saw that poor book didn't hurt you (just joking). Now try to guess witch aspect of the definition is true in my story's case. At first Clouds was just there to be another named cat but then I began to write about her and thought it would be a good idea if she was one of the only sane cats in there. And that's when I realised that there should be a reason to that so I wrote her story. And guess what, she's my second favourite character now.

Also I still havn't decided of Frosty's fate so if anyone has suggestions they're welcome. I shall also do a special Hord chapter like last one every five chapter, so the next one is for chapter ten. So If you want me to reach that you know what to do: review.

Oh and a lat thing, if anyone wants to be my beta reader PM me, I'm really bad at spotting my mistakes and it would really help me. Plus you will get to ead the new chapter before anyone else.

Well I'll stop my rambling now, on with the story.

Flight just stared a the pawprints, she had no will to defy her father. She knew that if they caught the white kitten it meant bad news, they would not let her go before they got what they wanted. But what did they want? Flight had no idea, she just wanted to prove to her father that she could be strong like he wanted her to. It was only now that she understood what it meant; whatever he asked her she had to obey, murder wasn't a thing she could escape. She had blood on her paws, even if she never striked anyone she was still guilty as charged, for she had stood ice cold while a corpse hit the floor, and had fully supported Frosty's murderer. She had to admit that she knew nothing of Spider's plans, for her and for the white kit.

Of couse she didn't voice her doubts, and the horrified statement was in her head only. The soung of crunched snow brought her back into reality; her father was slowly snaking himself into the hole. She simply pushed her sad thoughts aside and carefully skidded down the gaping hole, praying that the snow crust would support her weight too.

The snow blocked most of the light, and the faint glow the frozen walls filtered didn't help her see where she was going. There was the faint scent of her father, and a small tuft of white fur stuck on the wall, but the most evident trace was the rabbit scent, it was everywhere. Had she been any bigger she wouldn't be able to crawl down the rabbit tunnels, because that's what they where. Her father was a small cat too, even if he would never admit it. It was her loyalty to him nly who kept her from buckling and thrashing around in fear and claustrophobia, she was afraid. Afraid that she would keep going forever in those holes who snagged her fur and closed their cold flanks against hers. Afraid that they would crumble while she was still inside and that she would be stuck under gallons of snow, waiting for suffocation to kill her and Ansturm, for some reason she couldn't imagine her father failing, not finding a way to escape. All those fears seemed stupid but Flight had never wandered down a rabbit burrow, and the lush grass plains of GrassClan had been her home for most of her life.

Snow rabbits actually dig their burrown in the ground during spring where the ice melts and the ground becomes softer, but because in this part of the mountains there is eternel snow, so it never melts, I imagined that they would dig their tunnels into snow and ice so that even if it melts a bit they are safe.

But she just kept going, even if the shadowy tail of her father was no longer visible, the scent of rabbit and the one that was caught on the white fur got stronger, overwhelming her senses until she could no longer smell her father, or the blood smeared on Ansturm's pelt. After what seemed another eternity she kicked a chunk of ice, and the light nearly blinded her.

In the small ice cave she entered she noticed first her father, living shadow in the white world, then the rabbit. That was when she really jumped, the grey creature was still living, his flank torn open and a side of his stomack pulsing against the floor. The blood had began to freeze, sticking the organ to the flood, stetching as the rabbit's twitchs had led him further down the trail of blood. A black eye caught her, as the head was still faintly moving, and she noticed the pool of vomit, then she just saw scarlet.

Blood, it was blood, sticky and turning into a thick maroon liquid as it started to dry. A shape passed in front of her unseeing eyes and she was thrown into a memory.

Frosty was bravely standing as he saw Spider lunge at him, he barely escaped and turned towards the frothing tom.

"Why attack me?"

An horrid laugh shook the black tom's body, his eyes wild and somewhat unfocused.

"Don't you realise? She abandonned you, you are as good as dead now."

Frosty spun around, franticly looking for a sign that she was still there, that she didn't leave him, but he found nothing. Then his gaze fell on the small pawprints leaving the den and he let out a distressed whimper.

Spider took the chance and leapt, landing square on Frosty's back, the black and white tom reared back, trying to get the weight off his back but it was no use. Spider tightened his grip and small drops of a sanguine color welled up on the pristine fur. Frosty had stopped struggling now and was glaring at her, his eyes filled with hate. It didn't last long thought, because Spider started to viciously shred his shoulders, and Frosty dropped to the floor, hoping to crush the small tom. Spider simply jumped off, striking the exposed stomack of the other tom, the claws broke the skin and dug into the soft belly, leaving gaping pink wounds, soon filling with blood. Frosty curled up like a hedgehog, nesting himself around the horrid sight of his open belly. The scream that escaped his lips was so full of pain and despair that Flight dropped to the floor too, snapping out of her blood induced trance and clutching her eard in nearly physical pain.

He had agonized for a long moment before his last breath escaped his lungs.

Shadow stared at the black tom, he didn't attack her yet but was it a good thing? He seemed more sane now, and the scent of blood clouded his only a bit. It didn't stop her from bristling in anger thought, it was Frosty's blood after all. After a few minutes of intense glaring she just couldn't take it anymore.

"What do you want?" she spat, still bristling.

"Don't worry dear," the voice was honey smooth, "I simply want to make a deal with you."

She couldn't believe it, he killed Frosty and now he just came waltzing into her sleep to make a deal with her. The idea itself could have made her laugh if she wasn't that angry.

"Well sorry to break it but all your chances to make a deal with me vanished the instant you killed my friend."

He just stared at her a few moments then chuckled.

"Oh really? Well you fled and left him, I didn't know that was how you treat your friends."

She hated him, oh she hated him. But he was right, she left Frosty to die and it was her fault, only she didn't need to face it so soon, it hurt, it really did.

"Yes I left him," she meowed sadly, "But it was because you would have killed me too if I stayed."

He was smiling now, one of those smiles you never know the meaning of until it hits you in the face. "You don't know, maybe I would have let you live, do you know what that means?"

He was gloating, his awful face lit with glee. But she wouldn't let him have the pleasure to see her awnser to such tauntings, she was Shadow after all, the all powerful after the Master.

"That means you're a coward my dear." he spat, his amusement fading under her cold glare.

She didn't counter him, what good would that do? She was a coward but at least she was alive. Well maybe not for long but right now she was on her paws.

"Let's finish with your stupid gloating, what is that deal?"

She saw no use in turning around the pot now, he would clearly not leave her alone until she gave him her awnser. He was stronger than her, well they where if you counted the kit shivering on the floor and the molly covered in rabbit blood.

"Well you see I was thrown out of my group because of your little friend there."

She saw his smirk return to his face, confidence written on every single inch of it, and immediately wanted to wipe it off his face.

"Your loss." she spat, feeling no pity.

"How cruel of you, well you see travelling alone is boring dear."

"You don't look alone." she growled, pointing her tail towards the two cats behind him.

He turned around, obviously annoyed by her remark. Good.

"Ah... well you see it's my daughter and a tiny kit so they don't really count, plus she never talks much."

He really thought she was dumb, it annoyed her to no end. And if he treated his daughter this way all the time she really felt for the poor thing, well not really but she supposed she should feel this way.

Do you know what's the main difference between psychopaths and sociopaths? It's that sociopaths are made while psychopaths are born that way. Tigerstar for example is a sociopath because when he was a small kit he was perfectly normal, it was the events of his life who turned him into the monster he is. Plus he loved Goldenflower and Sacha, psychopaths can't feel empathy. Sociopaths can but only when they want to understand the person.

"Tell me what you want already bastard." she spat, baring her fangs.

He was not impressed at all but at least he looked annoyed, she just wanted to finish with this dumb tom already, forgetting the fear she felt a few minutes ago. He sighed, pretending to look hurt, but she saw it was all an act.

"Very well, I shall travel with you to whatever group you are part of and you shall help me become a part of it and in exchange I shall not hurt you in any way.

She nearly laughed, if he thought the Hord was a place where you could simply rise in rank and take over he was wrong, he was throwing himself into a nest where all the bees would kill themselves for the queen. But it arranged her, they obviously knew how to hunt well in the snow and to find shelter by night, they would help her to survive and she shall kill her when they arrived, simple really.

"I accept." she simply mewed. "What is your names?"

The ginger and white molly obviously had snapped out of her trance because she awnsered in a soft voice, "My name is Flight, and the kit is Ansturm.

"Spider" simply meowed the tom, looking a bit angry at his daughter.

She yawned and curled up in a far corner of the ice cave, not bothered at all by the body fluids scattered all over the place. Spider looked like he wanted to protest but she cut him off with a tired mew.

"We leave at dawn."

So we have the two parties meeting at least, Spider wants to take over the Hord and Shadow wants to use him then kill him, do you think someone will succeed?

Here is a little Qustion Time; Who is your favourite kitty and why?

I just woke up, I think I'm nocturnal or something.