Skull froze as a large shadow crossed above his path, a tan tom stood almost to close for comfort next to Skull. Awaiting the hawk to droop down to a lower level the tom cat launched himself out of the large pine and landed on the back of a feathery bird. A smiled widened across his face Skull yowled as the sounds of nature began to crash underneath him as trees began to speed by him at dangerous heights.
Then, blackness. Sharp teeth held dangerously close to the tender skin on the male's neck. He groaned and let himself lay limp in the mouth of the creature that carried him, the firmness kept Skull's tail from even brushing the ground. The sounds of weak breathing almost echoed in the cat's ears, he growled and began to squirm from not moving his body for a long enough period. Finally enough was enough.
"Hey! Let me down!" Skull spat as the cat halted, he unsheathed his darkened claws and tried to claw the possible male. The cat coughed and released Skull, immediately turning around the cat began squaring off.
"Mousebrain." The cat groaned, a black piece of cloth was wrapped around the cat's eyes.
"Who are you, masked figure." Skull growled letting his scruff puff into a large hair of fluff.
"Widow of the Masked 7." The cat spat and adjusted the mask placed on its face. "Except we are no longer 7, that's why I kidnapped you."
All the words this cat was saying sounded like two-leg talk, after all this cat took Skull and is now asking him to join there group. "I am sorry but I decline the offer." He growled.
"Well that is your decision, yet, I did save your life so you owe me." The she-cat smirked.
"Great..."
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FanfictionStarclan has been left, being forgotten and only used as helps for good dreams. When the stars burn brighter than before, a kit is delivered to the soil covered clans. Never having felt grass under his paws, Runningkit has to decide whether to aband...
