The Way of Life chp.11

MeanWhile (on the streets of london X3) A silver tom with black markings and a red collar with black claws on them. Sat on a pile of firm dirt (card board boxes) He flicked his tail. Another smaller tom walked up. He was black with a white sock on his front left paw. He had a purple collar with dog fangs in it. the tom hopped on the dirt and sat next to him. "Any news of TigerClaw? Or ShadowClan?" He meowed looking down at the hoard of cats lineing the alley. He flicked his tail narrowng his cruel eyes. The bigger tom glanced at the smaller one next to him "There is a gathering tonight. TigerClaw has been exiled from ThunderClan by the cat they call 'FireHeart' And BlueStar is on her last life as well as TearStar." The black tom narrowed his eyes. "We have to get him into ShadowClan. I don't care what rank he is. He has to be there" The silver tom nodded and lept down darting through the alley and heading towards the forest. The black tom smirked his cruel eyes danciing with sadistic glee "You're time is coming TigerClaw" He said to himself

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The black tom lept through the forest next to his deputy The silver cat with black markings kept up with him at ease. Even though he set a tough pace. The two slowed down and kept downwind as they approached the gathering where the clan cats met in peace under the full moon. The black tom looked around flicking his gaze about. He felt the tom next to him bristle. He followed his gaze as it landed on a she-cat much like him. the black tom betrayed no sympthay for the tom next to him as he flicked his gaze over to a dark warrior. He narrowed his eyes. AS the she cat stared back. He saw her bristle and hiss at them. He turned around and fled they're position comprimised. The tom that was next to him followed close behind as they charged back to the alley. The black tom caught eyesight of a brown and black striped pelt flying through the forest. He stopped and turned around glaring daggers at the large tom staring back at him. "Scourge! Let's go!" He heard his compainion call. He sent one last glare at the tom before turning around and falling him. His time would come soon enough