The Tongue Of Cats

Chapter Fourteen

Confusion reigned in the crowd as they stared at the Twolegs' retreating backs. After the ominous statements declared by the strange beasts, they had driven them off in a wall of slashing claws, but now, how to react?

A yowl distracted Aspenfrost from his thoughts. A gray tabby she-cat was standing a rock, her tail lashing and her face twisted in a mask of hate. Aspenfrost briefly recognized her as kin of the apprentice that had died at the hands of Twolegs. She had spoken out openly about Twolegs even before the terrible attacks, and was now even angrier.

"Cats of all Clans!" she snarled. Her voice was laced with fury, and her posture conveyed rage in its purest form. "These Twolegs have insulted us to our faces! How can we let this stand? We must destroy them before they have the chance to destroy us!"

The cats roared in agreement. Every face shone with desire to murder the Twolegs in revenge for their lost friends. Aspenfrost hissed in dismay. If they continued like this, so many cats would be killed, and revenge would be nothing compared to the fallen warriors. He strode forward, tail raising to call attention to himself. But before he got far, another voice interrupted him.

"We must destroy the heart of the Twolegs!" yowled the she-cat again. "If their homes are gone, what will they fight for?"

Aspenfrost sucked in a breath. In the heart of the nearest Twoleg neighborhood, the smooth-skinned murderers conjugated in thick masses. It was the busiest part of Twoleg cities for miles around, and with all of the battles that had happened recently, the Twolegs would be on high alert. The cats would be massacred.

Before he could do a thing, the cats began flowing toward a suburb of the city. It was about a half-mile away, and Aspenfrost felt his lungs burning as he was swept along in the flood of cats. He tried several times to yowl Stop!, but his voice was drowned out in the many paws thrumming against the hard tarmac.

They were there in a matter of minutes. The gray tabby let out a wild laugh. "Destroy them!" she cried. "We must nip the bud before it blossoms and causes immeasurable danger to our Clanmates." And with those words, she turned and let out a challenging yowl. It echoed off the buildings, a feral acclamation of territory. It grated on Aspenfrost's nerves, and sent a chill deep through his heart.

Twoleg heads were visible in the windows. The cats waited in breathless anticipation. Aspenfrost was too sick at heart to stop the foolish Twolegs as they came out curiously, several holding the long, thin-barrelled firesticks they called guns. He bit back another warning, the words feeling like vomit in his dry, dry mouth.

And the cats swooped in.

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Edited by Arty!🐈