Dwindling Flames: Fire Ignites (Warriors #1)

Chapter Five

Dwindling Flames
Fire Ignites
Chapter Five's View Point: Blaze
//This chapter is a little more... Sexual, but it does not contain any mating scenes.//

Blaze yawned and stretched herself. She blinked her eyes open. Wow! It had been nighttime a moment ago and now it was day two. She purred and began grooming herself. Yesterday had been so eventful. Unfortunately, when she had gone to sleep at night she didn't get a training lesson with Firestar. Blaze shook her pelt out and padded over to the food bowl before stopping herself. She didn't eat kittypet food! She glanced at the guinea pigs cage before trotting happily over to the cat flap. She slipped through it and glanced around. What should she hunt today?

"Hey pretty kitty, I see your happy." A voice sneered. Blaze turned sharply to her tree and saw George slink around it, padding smugly over to her. She could see their fight wounds on his pelt. "I passed your message on to a few cats. Most were she-cats I'll have you know. They, unlike you, had no fighting skills. I had some fun practice rounds. Now, I get two prizes." George proudly circled her. Blaze purred. Yes, she was in a happy mood. And she wasn't going to let a jerk ruin that. She'd... humor him.

"Thank you, oh, I am forever in your debt!" She mewed, trying to look as helpless as possible.

"You mean, you now have two prizes for me? She-cats don't get debts, they are prizes." George hissed. Blaze felt a nerve snap, but calmly rolled over, exposing her belly.

"Of course! You are an amazing hunk of a tom too!" George purred at her words while she gagged at them. She calmed herself. This was worth it in the long run, right? George began sniffing her.

"You smell nice. Better than the last stupid she-cat at least. She wasn't that fun to play with." Oh, how much Blaze wanted to slash his face off. Blaze rolled over and began rubbing against him. Eww! She was gonna smell like him!

"You're good at this, pretty kitty. Ya sure you haven't done this before?" George purred. 'Nope. You've just never experienced this before because you you-know-whated she-cats!'

Blaze mewed helplessly as he knocked her over with a paw. "Oh, you are so helpless. How could I have thought of you, a worthless she-cat, as a threat?" George cackled. Blaze let a small snarl escape. George narrowed his eyes and gave her a light scratch on her shoulder. "What was that, pretty kitty? I don't want my prize going back on her word, now do I?"

Blaze faked a sniffle. "No! You are too strong... I would loose in a battle with you, I realized that quickly..." Blaze rolled over and laid her head down pitifully. George purred.

"That's right, pretty kitty. Now, can you show me some of your hunting moves?" George commanded. Blaze resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Geez! How long did he want her to go on! He was so gullible, though. Blaze slunk down into a hunter's crouch and slithered across the ground. "You've got some muscle on you. I hate that. I want plump, weak she-cats. As my claimed prize, I command you to stop practicing!" George hissed.

"Of course, sir! I am sorry to have displeased you..." 'I am so happy you are displeased.' "What ever could I do to please you?"

George purred. "Stalk over to that bird bath, tail up." Blaze did what he asked, though she lowered her tail slightly. "Worthless she-cat! Raise your tail or I'll slash you again!" Blaze let out a pitiful mew and raised her tail slightly. It was quiet for a moment, too quiet. Blaze began to turn her head around-

Blaze yowled as George bit her scruff. Great StarClan, how had he been so quiet? She had planned on slicing and dicing him when he pounced! George rubbed his fur up against her and she hissed, thrashing around.