Alley Cats Runaway

#14 Anger & Revenge

Nutmeg POV:

I was coming back from a patrol around the city when I saw my sisters Rings and Ginger rushing towards me with such worry on their faces.
"What's wrong? " I asked them.
"It is Scout! He's missing!" Rings informed me.
"So is Stripes and Raven. They are all gone!"
I frowned. Panic quickly rose in my throat.
"Don't worry, I'll find them. Now think where could they be?" I say thinking hard where a bunch of troublesome kits will go.
Then I recall my conversation with him earlier.
I freeze when I realize where he is.
"Idiot." I hissed."Rings, Ginger stay here. I'll be right back." I say as I run out.

With my nose in the air, a scent enters my scent glands. I perk my ears in excitement. Soon I am running through the streets of New York. The wind flattens my whiskers and ruffles my fur.

I'm coming, Scout!

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Scout's POV:

A surge of fear overrides my brain.

We're dead.

So dead!

Dead, dead, dead!

"Hello kittens, are you lost? You must be to end up here."

We shrunk back.

"Do you know where you are?" He asked us, his tone ever so threatening.

I stare at him and nodded ever so slightly.

"Then do you know who I am?"

I clear my throat.

Stop being a chicken Scout. What happened to your anger? A voice hissed in my ear.

I frowned.

"You are Frost, a murderer scum who killed my father, chased my brother."

Frost gave me a little sneer. He walked up to me until I could feel his hot breath on my face.

"So who are you and what do you plan to do? Kill me?' He chuckled. Then he roared, I flinched at his laughter.

His eyes flashed like lighting, his claws slide out, his pupils diluted until it was nothing but darkness, no morals shone through.Frost growled. "I am not someone who you can kill it. I am a force of nature, brewed by hatred, scars and neglect. One has a frozen heart filled with a void of darkness. A force with sharpened claws that sheds blood in revenge. Now tell me kit, how can you kill someone like that? "

I let out a whimper.

"With an animistic passion." Hissed a voice.

I looked up and instantly a grin came to my face.

For standing behind Frost was my sister Nutmeg. Her fur was bristling, her eyes like fire. She stormed over, her lips pulled back in a snarl, baring her fangs.Her claws clicked on the concrete as her tail lashed angrily.

She looked dangerous, menacing, and never short outright awesome.

We sprinted and hid behind her as she confronted the white cat.

"If I ever catch you threatening my brother again-" Frost raised a paw. " Oh, I wouldn't dare touch a hair on his head." He said also sincerely. Then he growled. " But if I catch them again, you will have another cat in a hearse." He threatened." My sister glared at him steadily.

"Good luck doing that."

At that Frost shrugged his shoulders, turned and slipped into the darkness once more.

"Wow! That was so cool! You scared Frost off!" Nutmeg glared at me with her sharp green eyes. "No, it was not so cool! You could've been killed! What were you three thinking?" She snarled at us. We flattened our ears guiltily.

"I was trying to prank him to get back at him for all he has done to us." I squeaked.

"You three are grounded, hear me?" My sisters snapped.

"Let us go home."

We trailed after her, our tails dragging and our ears drooped.

I left that learning one thing.

That revenge does nothing but blackens hearts and cause endless ache.

Something I sure don't want to experience.

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Author's Note

Hi everyone.

Boy, that chapter was so tense and so dark and heavy.

So Scout is growing up, I am so proud of him.

Now he is ready for life ahead of him.

see you all next week.