Post by Shinko on May 2, 2010 18:55:16 GMT -5
Then bengal she-cat licked her paw, running it across the cut on her face. It went across her left eye, nicking the cornea so that she was having trouble seeing out of it. It would heal in time, but Malice suspected that she would carry the scar on her face for the rest of her days. Curse that flea-bitten LeafClan apprentice for scratching her, and curse that DarkClan cat for interfering. Based on the scent of herbs that had clung to the she-cat's pelt, she was no doubt a medicine cat. she would patch up the little LeafClan apprentice and cast a shadow of doubt on the true identity of his attacker. Her posturing aside, Malice had a gut feeling that the Clans would not be fooled by her latest move, and now they would be on their guard.
There was only one way to deal with this increased vigilance; to make it seem needless. Malice would have to lie low for a while so that the Clans would relax their guard. She growled at the frustrating prospect. Given what I've done, they won't stop hounding me until I'm dead!
Then, and idea struck the she-cat. She purred with satisfaction, and padded out of her current denning place. She shifted her nest every quarter-moon so that she was harder to track down. At the moment she was in a huge twoleg tunnel that, while normally found under the Thunderpath, was sitting out in the open, sandwiched between a pile of wood and a dead monster. As the sunlight hit her face, she lifted her nose and sorted through the scents until she found the one she was looking for; there was a cat she needed to have a serious discussion with.
There was only one way to deal with this increased vigilance; to make it seem needless. Malice would have to lie low for a while so that the Clans would relax their guard. She growled at the frustrating prospect. Given what I've done, they won't stop hounding me until I'm dead!
Then, and idea struck the she-cat. She purred with satisfaction, and padded out of her current denning place. She shifted her nest every quarter-moon so that she was harder to track down. At the moment she was in a huge twoleg tunnel that, while normally found under the Thunderpath, was sitting out in the open, sandwiched between a pile of wood and a dead monster. As the sunlight hit her face, she lifted her nose and sorted through the scents until she found the one she was looking for; there was a cat she needed to have a serious discussion with.