Warriors - The Call of StarClan

|26| Evil

Thorn's POV

Thorn sat in the shadowy blackness beside Tarouses throne. she had a small velvet pillow, But his was bigger. The ever-so-wimpy Bonestar sat infront of the darkness. "The clans are tougher then we expected," Tarous said, his voice like claws scratching on ice. "Even for my army." Bonestar looked suprised. "With time we could plan a full scale attack..." Bonestar suggested. "It may be the only choice we have left." Tarous said. He swiftly raised his head. "Gather a party of cats, Thorn," Tarous commanded. "We have an army to form."

Thorn stood at the base of an old building. It was dirty and a tall, spiky fence circled the place like ivy. This was the place refered to as 'The Prison.' Twolegs would trap ownerless cats and dogs and throw 'em in here. She was sure some of the cats here were tough enough to recruit. Choclate, a white and brown-flecked she-cat with blue eyes, stalked up to thorn. "How are we suppose to get in there?" Thorn pondered this. "We climb." She answered. Choclate raised an eye-brow. Thorn looked over the she-cat and a teasing smile painted her face. She backed up, then blazed full-speed past Choclate, nearly knocking her over. Thorn jumped and flew onto the fence, climbing up with sharp skill. the black she-cat was over then fence in no time. One by one, the cats followed Thorn up and over the fence. They were all tired out by they all got over. Snorting, Thorn walked into the Prison. They place was dusty and shady. One light hung from the ceiling. Rusted cages lined a hallway to the left and a wooden desk stood the right. behind it was a wall of collars, verying widly in colors. Yips and mews sounded from the hall. Turning to the left, Thorn marched down the hall. She walked by the caged-up dogs and stopped infront of a sign hanging from the ceiling. It had a fat house-cat on it with Twoleg writing next to it. Turning her head, Thorn saw her group waiting outside of the hall. "Wimps." She muttered and stalked into the next hall.

Cats of all sizes filled the cages. A brown tom in one of the lower cages whistled as Thorn walked by. "What's a beauty like you doin' in a place like this, Sweet?" He said. She stopped and turned her head to the tom. "Do not, call me sweet." Thorn snarled, her voice dripping with venom. "Temper, temper!" He mused back. "You're a fisty one!" Thorn fought the urge to jump up and bite his paw off. "Yeah! Yo' can't get us!" Another cat sneered. A black cat near the back examined Thorn, his eyes rising. "Hey Plact, why don't cha' fight 'er!"

"What?"

"Fight 'er!"

The cats began to chant. "Fight, fight, fight!" Plact smirked, and reached his paw out of the cage. He skillfully unlocked his cage and slipped out. "You got no chance, beaut." He taunted. Quickly, Thorn unsheathed her claws. She sat down and neatly lay her tail over her paws. Confused, Plact shook his head. He rushed her, But the black and white she-cat was not there. Plact looked over to his left and saw Thorn. He rushed her again, But thorn jumped on his back and dragged her claws down it. Plact let out an agonised yowl. Jumping off, Thorn kicked him, and he was sent scooting over the ground. He was done.

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Yeah! Kick his butt! 585 words. *shrug*