Aftermath - warrior cats short stories

An addition to the last

I'm adding more to the last one...
With Foxsoul.
Yeah.
ArianaWrenCherry told me to
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"What did you say about me?"
The cat's claws tapped on the stone.
"What did you say?"
He growled.
"Fine. I'll get it out of someone..."
He launched forward. Sinking his claws into the other cat's fur felt... pleasing.
Hearing the cat's screeches.
Pleasing.
As he dug his claws deeper, silence filled the space around him. The cat was still screeching. But it was silent.
He smiled.
This was all so pleasing.
Letting his claws relax, the cat under him fell limp.
"Well, Havenflame, not so powerful now, hmm?"
"Foxsoul!"
His ears flicked.
"Hello."
Turning swiftly and pushing off of the wall, he bowled the other tom over and smashed a paw down on his throat.
The tom under him shook in agony. He raised his paws to bat the bigger cat, but it was no use.
That cat was dead.
Stepping off, Foxsoul smirked. "Well, well, well, Ravenwing. Too. Bad."
He grabbed the black tom's body and threw it over to where Havenflame was.
He unsheathed his claws and grinned. Every cat was standing outside of the den.
I will control these cats, he thought.
If I don't kill them first.
*le skip to next chapter*
The ginger fur was tainted with red.
Dark red.
Foxsoul looked up from the limp fur in front of him.
Cats.
All cowering in fear.
He threw the body into the den.
No.
Not den.
Rotting chamber.
There were cat bodies sitting in that den.
Limp ones.
Dead ones.
He hopped onto the leader's rock.
It wasn't the leaders.
It was his.
He yowled triumphantly as lightning flashed in the sky. Kits shook under the queen's protecting tails or bodies, either quivering in fear of him or the oncoming storm.
Foxsoul gave a disapproving look at the smallest kit.
He won't do any good in my Clan... I'll kill him next.
"Foxsoul, you truly do have a heart of a fox."
The ginger tom spun backward.
"What did you say, fool?"
"I said you had the heart of a fox. Not a strong one. Just a sad, wimpy, 'I can be strong' fox."
He snarled and pinpointed the speaker.
"Brokenjaw. I always knew you would speak up sometime. It seems that despite your injury-" at that, Foxsoul had clawed the other cat- "you have the nerve to talk."
Brokenjaw stared on, his gaze slightly dull from the lack of sunlight.
The ginger tom growled. Launching up, he grabbed Brokenjaw's tail and kicked his head with his back paws. Brokenjaw yowled in pain and stumbled backward, falling onto his back. Foxsoul had leaped off and pinned down Brokenjaw. His tail lashed. Unsheathing one claw, he pricked Brokenjaw's neck.
He stood up.
"Go. Leave here and never return." he hissed, pushing the other tom up and towards the tunnel.
Brokenjaw's eyes flashed as he took the chance to run out of the camp.
Foxsoul straightened himself and smoothed his fur.
"All cats loyal to me, find him, and kill him. Any who disobey my orders will be terminated."
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Well, does anybody need more of him?
He's fun to write about-
Heh