Dreamkit's Slavery (book two)

Chapter eighteen

   The battle stops, I hear gasps of shock ripple through the clan.
"Silverstar is dead," I meow. "We, the rebellious queens, have had enough. We will no longer be you slaves. We will hunt and fight beside you, as equals. Toms and she-cats are no higher or lesser than each other. It is wrong to think other wise. We are just as capable as you," I meow. Most of the clan nods their head in agreement. Some don't, like Waspwhisker.
"Let us burry Silverstar. Even though he had the wrong ideas, he deserves a proper burial," I meow, hauling the hefty cat of the stone ledge. A screech echoes through the camp. I turn to look were it came from. Mudclaw, the retired medicine cat, was standing over his brother, Duststorm, the deputy. Duststorm had refused to retire, even though his muzzle was white with age. His brother, Mudclaw, named for his brown claws, has retired, knowing that there are many medicine cats to take care of his clan. Poor Duststorm, he didn't have to die this way.
   "Would you like to carry him?" I meow to Mudclaw. He nods.
   "My old age won't stop me from carrying my brother to his resting place," he meows, determination in his ruff meow. I nod my head.
   "Then let's go," I meow, dragging Silverstar out of camp.

We burry the dead, then come back to camp. The clan picks at the pieces of prey, obviously not hungry. I scan the camp. I see Waspwhisker and Nettlewhisker scarfing down some food. How dare they! Two cats have just been killed. I quickly draw the rest of the clans attention to the two. Some gasp, some squint in frustration and anger, some widen their eyes in shock. Chestnutleaf stands up and stalks over to the two.
   "How dare you pretend like nothing has happened! Two cats just died! Two, and you just lay here, scarfing up your food! What sort of clan mates are you? Are you even sad about losing two clan mates?" She yowls furiously. Nettlewhisker licks his lips as his brother washes his face.
   "Duststorm was a pathetic excuse for a cat. Though your brother wasn't so bad," Waspwhisker meows nonchalantly. Chestnutleaf couldn't take their arrogance any more. She sprung at him, biting his ear. They clawed and bite each other, rolling in the dust. I raced over, and pulled them apart.
   "I don't want any more deaths! So if you two can't behave, leave," I meow, letting my anger creep coldly into it. Chestnutleaf shrunk, her ears flattened. Fear showed in her eyes. Waspwhisker took a step backwards, while Nettlewhisker shrank. Some cat in the clearing gasps.
   "I've never seen her this angry," someone meows. "Even with Antpaw."
   I feel myself tower over the three.
   "Waspwhisker, Nettlewhisker, leave," I say icily. "Don't ever show your ugly faces around the clans again." Their tails go in between their legs as I unsheathe my claws. Their ears go flat on their heads. I watch them run out of camp.
   "Does anyone else feel the same?" I ask, looking around. "Good," I meow as no one answers. "Now let us all go to sleep. We've had a rough day, and we need some sleep. We can figure out the rest in the morning," I meow sleepily, a yawn fallows closely behind. I pad to my den in the nursery, and quickly fall asleep.