Murder in the Woods: A Warrior Cat Mafia

Round 10, Part 1

Axelstrike, Chainstripe, Brickstorm, and Boltpaw walked quietly through the alleys of the City, patrolling the borders of AlleyClan. Axelstrike had been given control of the patrol, as Brickstorm had to focus on training Boltpaw and Chainstripe could never stay calm when faced with CityClan cats.

Per usual, when they reached the end of one of the alleys, they encountered a CityClan patrol. The group of brown tabbies stepped forward to meet them. There was a small she-cat, about the same size as her apprentice, a large, bulky tom, and a tom with white patches.

Axelstrike took the lead, as did the brown and white patched tom from the CityClan patrol. "Clawface, we meet again. I trust that none of you were about to step over the boundary?" The tom, Clawface, scowled.

"Don't patronize me, Axelstrike. We don't want to be over there, you don't want us over there," he replied bitterly. Boltpaw winked at the female apprentice, who looked outraged and confused, ears pinned to her head.

"Slashpaw can come over any time she wants," Brickstorm's apprentice mewed suggestively. The large tabby tom stepped forward, as if he wanted to lunge for Boltpaw.

The small she-cat stepped in front of him, stopping him from attacking. He was practically foaming at the mouth as he turned to Brickstorm. "Watch your apprentice's tongue, Brickstorm! I won't have her corrupting my daughter! We don't accept that here!"

Brickstorm sneered at the tom, clearly happy to rile him up. "Or what, Strongjaw? Here in AlleyClan, cats can like whomever they want. Are you ready to declare war over your outdated beliefs?" The small she-cat shoved Strongjaw back again, preventing him from attacking.

"Of course you're unwilling to stop this unnatural behavior! What more could I expect from a ginger?" Strongjaw spat. The she-cat moved to shove him again, but he turned on her, hissing. "Don't touch me again, Bulletfang! I don't even know why you're out here! You should have learned your place and found a mate, so you could finally be in the nursery where you belong!"

Chainstripe stepped forward, seething with fury. "That's enough, Strongjaw! Get out of here, or I will tell all of the clans that you attacked me at the next Gathering!" The tom opened his mouth to retort, but Clawface snapped something unintelligible at him. Strongjaw, fuming, whirled around and strode off. The rest of the patrol followed, although Slashpaw glanced back at Boltpaw one more time before leaving.

The AlleyClan patrol turned around as well, and headed back towards camp. Brickstorm shook his head, although he had a smile on his face. "You sure do love to start fights, don't you?" he asked Boltpaw. She grinned up at him, proud. He knew her so well.

"That, and I love the confused look on Slashpaw's face every time I flirt with her," she mewed. At that, Axelstrike let out a frustrated sigh, and whirled around to look at the two of them.

Boltpaw shrunk back as he approached. Axelstrike rarely showed any sort of anger. It was disconcerting. "Both of you need to stop antagonizing CityClan. I know that you hate them, each for your own different reasons, but I will take you off of border patrols if this continues".

Chainstripe fell back beside Brickstorm and Boltpaw, who had gone quiet. "Don't feel bad. He's just all about protocol," the ginger tom assured them, with a glance at Axelstrike.

The patrol returned back to the camp without speaking further. The camp was well suited to their purposes, situated in a back alley with a way to get onto the roof. The alley had many crates tilted onto their sides, providing shelter, as well as a fence stopping humans from entering. There was a door leading into one of the human buildings, but it was rusted, and practically never used.