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Thursday, May 10, 2012

Thief of the Throne-Chapter 2

Phantom sighed. "Fire, I have sent messengers and even spies to all of the Tribes of the Majestic Ways. Two tribes, the Cats of the Shape-Shifting Figures and the Cats of the Ways of the Claws, have joined Jag. Our spies have witnessed Jag convincing the Cats of the Tunnels of No Escape that a Cat of the Majestic Ways killed Sniper." Phantom's eyes snapped tightly shut and her head bent slightly downward as she thought about the consequences of Jag's thirst for blood and leadership and Sniper's death.

"No!" Fire gasped. "He killed Sniper! And his cats actually believe him?"

Phantom lifted her head and opened her eyes. "If I was found dead and a cat smelled the sent of a Cat of the Tunnels of No Escape on my body, then would you wage war on their tribe?" Phantom questioned.

"Of coarse I would--" Fire cut himself off, realizing that his leader was right.

"What if the cat that had found my body was lying like Jag? It wouldn't be you at fault or the other Cats of the Majestic Ways that were not associated with my assassination. And it would not be the faults of the Cats of the Tunnels of No Escape. And that is just how it is here."

*****

Coal peered through the tall grasses, spying on the Cats of the Shape-Shifting Fugues. Her pelt was smeared with mud so that she camouflaged better with the golden grass. It had been pretty boring at their camp. Just the regular stuff. Just as Coal was about to leave and return to her tribe, she overheard an important conversation.

"Mud, I think that it is time." A she-cat leaned towards a molted brown and white tom, the leader of the Cats of the Shape-Shifting Figures.

"Time for what?" Mud asked, a crazy smile spilled crookedly over his face.

"Time for t-the battle." The she-cat looked nervous as she said the words.

"Oh. Oh, yes." Instantly Mud transformed into a snake. "Forward!" he hissed. "To the Cats of the Majestic Ways! To their camp!"

Coal gasped and fled. She skidded into her camp. Already, the warriors and sorceresses and sorcerers were fighting the Cats of the Ways of the Claws and the Cats of the Tunnels of No Escape.

Coal called her warning down to the clearing where the cats fought. "The Cats of the Shape-Shifting Figures are coming!"

At that moment, Obsidian stalked forward, panting. Her eyes were narrowed into slits as she walked away form the battle.

"What are you doing?" Coal hissed under her breath.

"I'm getting the Cats of the Ice Breath and the Cats of the Blasting Winds to help us fight," Obsidian replied. The, with a wave of her tail, she disappeared.

Coal looked down at the battle. She swallowed a lump that was rising in her throat. What was happening to the tribes?

-KittyLover8
© 2012

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