Peril hurried away from the sabertooths, praying they wouldn't notice the scent of blood and follow it to her. She limped, trying not to wince in pain from the pain on her stomach.
"They're all gone!" one roared, Peril recognized it as the lead cat. There was claws scraping against the rocky ground, a crash, and then a yelp of pain.
"You should have got him!" the lead cat snapped. "Now look! We're all going to Killon hungry!"
"Good!" a female voice spat. "Maybe that'll help him realize that those so-called 'allies' of ours will make better food than friends."
"You're pathetic!" the lead cat hissed. Peril assumed he was pinning her down. She stopped behind a stump and listened.
"I'd kill you," the lead cat growled, "but I couldn't tortue you nearly as well as Killon could."
Fear flooded over Peril. What did that mean? Was this sabertooth going to have the other killed? What did the third one have to say about this?
"You!" the lead cat ordered. "Find something to bind her mouth shut."
Peril shut her eyes, remembering to breathe. What good would binding her mouth shut do?
It's a sign that she's an enemy, Peril remembered, thinking back to when she used to help Diamondkeeper in the Scrollkeeper's Den. It shows the other sabertooths that they have the right to treat her with as much disrespect as possible. Diamondkeeper never said anything about them doing it over small scraps of food. Though, I guess sabertooths need to eat whatever they can, just as cats.
Peril sighed. She missed Diamondkeeper. If only she'd never had kits, she'd still be our Scrollkeeper. But I guess it's good she did.
There was heavy breathing nearby. It sounded like it was right above her. Peril looked up. There stood one of the sabertooths, one of his massive fangs chipped, leaving a jagged edge.
"I found one of 'em!" he called. "The one that's supposed to be dead!"
Soon, the lead cat was towering over her. "Do the same to her," he snarled. "We don't have time to kill her."
Peril stared at him with wide eyes, annoyance and fear flooding through her. You've got to be kidding me!
The jagged tooth sabertooth wrapped a vine around her mouth, snapping off the excess.
"Now stay beside us," the lead cat snarled. "Or else." He looked over at the jagged tooth cat. "Come on, Killon and the Council are waiting."
Peril worked to keep up with the sabertooths. The female padded beside her, anger blazing in her eyes. From the looks of it, that fire wasn't going out anytime soon.
Are they really going to kill her? If so, what does that lead cat mean by "I couldn't tortue you nearly as well as Killon could ''? And who's Killon?
The lead cat paused outside a small cave, sharing quick words with two other sabertooths.
"She's a traitor," he murmured, signaling to the female. "We give her another chance to prove herself and she lets our kill go. She's lucky we even gave her another chance after the last incident."
"Is she it?" one of the sabertooths asked.
"We also got an outsider, one of them 'Guild cats'," the lead sabertooth told her. "There were two more, but they've long gone."
"That cat looks injured," the other sabertooth hissed.
"She's supposed to be dead," the jagged tooth one snarled. "I found her a'hiding behind a stump."
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