Book 1 - Warriors: The Shadow Outcast

Chapter Twenty-one

Run!

The torture! It's getting worse!

Run!

Where is he?

Run!

I need—

Rainfur hissed as a clash of thunder broke off the sentence, forcing him out of his focused mind. He'd been trying to concentrate on the voices, whom were always there in his head. It was just so hard to listen—he couldn't have any distractions or be thinking about anything.

Rainfur was also mad because of the storm that had just decided to roll in as Leslie was busy with labour pains. Lightning, thunder, and rain that poured like a bucket being dumped was making him irritated. It was annoying, and with him not being able to get under anything, his fur clung to his skin like cement.

Leslie let out a small whimper, making Carlisle, Sweetclaw, and Luca gasp with worry. They were under the porch of an old house, so they were dry. He wasn't allowed under there, of course, because Carlisle still didn't trust him. Rainfur didn't mind standing guard, but those voices were getting close to spilling the truth.

The Clans are in trouble, and the Saviour is missing. Great. And that last voice. . .it was Robinwing. . .I know it was. . .but what did she need?

Thinking of going back, are we? asked the demon. Well that's surprising. Not.

If they're in trouble, I need to go back, Rainfur pointed out. However, if I go back, not only will I be sent away, I won't be much help to them.

Just give me a name, the demon insisted. It'll give you the strength and speed you need, as well as the need to go back.

Look, I have to admit, I like you a bit more now, but it's just too risky, Rainfur muttered. You're too powerful to take chances with.

Fine, said the demon, obviously disappointed. Just know this: if that truly was Robinwing, then she's in trouble.

Wait, you know what's going on over there? Rainfur asked.

Yeah, but I won't tell you, the demon growled. Not unless you give me a name, that is. Then I can tell you everything. Rainfur rolled his eyes but did not reply. There was no way he was giving the demon a name, not in this town.

Suddenly, Rainfur saw a flash of darkness and few pairs of amber eyes. They were glaring at him, though their body language told him that they were afraid.

"Carlisle," Rainfur muttered to the large tom behind him. "We have a problem."

"What is it?" Carlisle hissed, his voice showing distaste.

"It's a private matter," Rainfur growled. Carlisle seemed to pause, but eventually walked over to Rainfur, hesitation in his gait. "You don't need to be afraid, you know. I won't hurt you."

"I don't trust you," Carlisle hissed. Rainfur just continued to look forward, hoping to catch another glare from the cats beyond. "You nearly killed my family."

"Correction," Rainfur muttered. "The demon nearly killed your family. I would never do such thing, as I am quite the opposite of the insanity within me." Carlisle snorted, obviously uncomfortable standing so close to him.

"Is this the 'private matter' you wanted to talk to me about?" Carlisle hissed.

"No, actually, though I did want to explain that to you," said Rainfur. His tail gave a short flick toward the bush where he saw the amber eyes, making Carlisle confused.