The Kill Of Dawn- Book 2

Chapter 10

"We'll have to eliminate them," Dagger growled. 
"You'd think there was something against greed in that flea-brained warrior code of theirs," Spirit chuffed.
"Well it is more fun this way," Dagger smirked. 
"Did you hear about that group of cats living by the barn?" Spirit asked, ignoring his comment. 
"No?" Dagger's eyes brightened with interest. 
"Apparently there is a large group of cats living on the farm. I was wondering if we should go over and capture them as new KillClan warriors," Spirit suggested. 
"That sounds like a great idea! We should organise patrols immediately!" Dagger rejoiced. 
"You'll organise patrols when I tell you to," Spirit bared his teeth. 
"Sorry leader," Dagger lowered his head in embarrassment.
"Good. Now, I want you, Ace, Clover, Rat, Dart, Bat, Vine, Bandit and Cliff to go. I will also be joining," Spirit instructed sharply. Dagger nodded, racing to get the patrol ready. 

By sunhigh the patrol was passing the now empty camp at the marsh. Apparently ShadowClan used to live there. At least it didn't sound as pathetic as ThunderClan or WindClan. 
Spirit, who was leading, bounded over the slope, halting as they came to the ThunderPath. 
"Over here!" a voice suddenly called. Ace had found a tunnel going under the dangerous path of monsters. Spirit pushed past him, crawling through the damp tunnel, fur bristling as he felt the ground shake. The dank scent hit his nose like crowfood place.  Spirit ran towards the exit, gasping silently as he reached the surface again. They padded along the edge of the oak wood and then started to cross over the moor. The wind whipped at his face as they reached the top of the slope. Spirit dived into some heather, following a path that still very faintly smelt of BloodClan. The wind carried the scent of rabbit and pheasant, making Spirit realise he had't eaten today. They stopped. 
"Dart, go hunt for me," Spirit ordered with a wave of his paw. The burly white tom nodded racing off into the bushes. He returned shortly with a small rabbit. Spirit ate it quickly, kicking the leftovers aside. He made sure none of the patrol ate it. Sharing prey with a leader was an honour that you had to earn. 
As the sun hovered above HighStones as clan cats would call them the patrol had reached the farm. They walked along the hedge until finally the barn came into sight. Spirit squinted his eyes as he made out two cats guarding the entrance. They nodded as a patrol, jaws full of prey, walked in. 
"How many cats do you reckon are in there?" Dagger whispered. 
"Ten," Spirit sounded a lot more sure than he really was. He may have underestimated just how difficult of a task this was going to be ,"I have a plan. We're going to wait for another patrol to go out then we'll capture them. If we do it that way there is no risk of being outnumbered," Spirit explained. 
"That's a fantastic idea," Dagger agreed. Spirit weaved between the long golden stalks of wheat, ears pricked and mouth open for any signs of cats. He could smell dog but they weren't nearby. They then reached a flattened out pathway in the grass and settled near that. 

It was moonhigh by the time a patrol passed by. A black tom, a tortoiseshell she-cat, a brown tabby tom and a mottled brown tom. 
"Really? I think it was a mouse-brained idea! BloodClan's probably killed them by now," he overheard the black tom growl. 
"Don't say things like that!" the she-cat scoffed. Spirit waited until they were far away enough from the barn that their yowls wouldn't be so easily heard. 
"Go!" Spirit snarled. The patrol spun round, eyes wide as the KillClan warriors pinned them down. Spirit pounced on the black tom, pinning his muzzle to the ground. "Stop struggling or you'll be taken back with shredded ears!" Spirit spat. The toms struggles eased as he slyly tried to slither from under him. Spirit snarled, slashing at the toms muzzle, splitting his nose open. 
"I warned you," Spirit grinned. The tom gave a muffled yowl of pain and stopped completely. Spirit sighed ,"Good, now get up, you're coming with us, make a run for it, and we'll kill you," Spirit ordered. The black tom stood up shakily, defiance still hidden in his eyes. 
"Who are you?" he shuddered. 
"Excuse me for the rude introduction," Spirit bowed his head ironically ,"I am leader of KillClan, here to capture you as new warriors." The black tom opened his mouth, a growl rising in his throat but he quickly cut himself off. Spirit shoved him next to his friends and the patrol surrounded them, insuring they would not be able to escape. 

The patrol made their way across the moor until they reached the ThunderPath. No cat had spoken. They squeezed through the dark tunnel once again and made their way across the dry marsh. It hadn't rained for a few days but the first snow had fallen very recently. 
By the time they reached camp it was dawn. 
"Your prison. You'll all be sticking together until you learn to obey us properly," Spirit growled, kicking the mottled brown tom in the ribs as he stumbled into their dusty den. He had been even more stubborn than the black one during the capture. If Spirit were being honest, he was pushing his limits on purpose, he was annoying, maybe killing him off would be more fun. But he had to make it look like he deserved it as a better lesson for his friends. 
"Dart, Bat, you'll be the guards today," Spirit told them. The two KillWarriors padded over to the small, ragged den and sat directly in front of it. "Dagger, Cliff, I want you guarding the entrance." The two toms ran off. Spirit sighed. It would be difficult to force their loyalty, death threats were the only thing that was going to work. Spirit leaped onto his precipice and observed the clan, quickly overcome with tiredness after the long journey.