Riversplash's Defeat (plan on finishing soon)

Chapter six

The tom was staring at them intently, sitting down.

His yellow eyes bore into them like a snake's.

"You talk funny," the cream tom meowed.

Riverpaw padded closer to the tom. He couldn't have been much older than a full fledged warrior. Yet, the scar on his face told Riverpaw perhaps he was older.

"Who are you?" Wildpaw asked, bouncing around the newcomer with happiness.

Two heartbeats age he was in shock that they had been discovered. And now he's hyper actively bouncing around a ton we barely know. Guess I don't blame him. He looks like he's seen something.

"Where'd you come from, young cats?" The cream mewed, licking a paw.

He just ignored Wildpaw's question.

Riverpaw pointed with his tail towards RiverClan territory.

They were out of it by now.

The cream tom craned his neck towards the territory.

"You're one of those clan cats?" He questioned.

The two nodded.

The tom's tail flicked.

A deep pure rumbled in his throat.

"Then you'd better stay away from the Horseplace. Ever since Coriander died these strange cats have taken the place over. They seem to have an odd anger towards clan cats for some reason." He meowed.

"That's a great story, but we're not scared of kittypets."  Wildpaw meowed.

"Kittypets? No! These cats aren't house cats, clan kitties. They're rogues. They're vicious. They'll kill you if they get a chance. Take it from a loner." The cream tom meowed.

What is that supposed to mean? Riverpaw asked, his heart pounding within his chest.

"What do you know about these rogues?" Wildpaw asked, excitement showing within his shining eyes.

The tom glanced away, his eyes closed.

He then turned back to them.

"They're a dangerous group of cats who want the clans to be destroyed. They don't care about young or old. They just want cats like you gone." The loner mewed, breaks in his voice beginning to show.

"How do you know all this?" Riverpaw asked, curiosity in his mew.

The cream tom sighed.

"You won't understand. You're just a bunch of young cats." He explained.

The remark made Riverpaw's pelt hot with anger. What does this cat know about young cats? Is it so wrong to be a young cat?

Whatever happened Riverpaw and his brother would surely understand it if he would just tell him.

Wildpaw's pelt bushed out, making him appear to be bigger.

"Maybe not. But we're curious. So we'll just keep asking you until you tell us." Wildpaw purred, amusement in his voice.

He then sharply prodded the cream tom.

"You know, we just met. I could be a dangerous cat for all you know, Orange-and-gray." The cream tom informed Wildpaw.

Wildpaw shrugged with carelessness.

"Well, I'm Wildpaw, and I like living on the wild side of things. Plus you seem nice, so I doubt you would actually hurt me if you care so much to tell us about this group." The gray-orange tom mewed, his Amber eyes glinting with the thrill of adventure.