Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-27823669-20160412203214/@comment-33008190-20160412234133

Twigpaw walked around for a while. He darted past monsters, hid under bushes, and avoided twolegs. It seems every time he saw the shape of a cat, the hobbled away in fear, or looked at him like he was crazy. What's been going on here?

Twigpaw suddenly spotted a white she-cat. She walked along the side of a Twoleg path, shoulders slumped and a sad look in her eyes.

Here's the cat I can ask.

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Ivory moped along deep in thought, when a sudden shape crashed into her shoulders, knocking her down flat.

She let out a meow of complete shock, anger and confusion.

Suddenly, the shale lifted off her back and shoulders, and she rushed to her paws awkwardly to look at her attacker.

It was a young Tom, around the age of her, with deep, sorrowful eyes, but a face that made Ivory feel...weird. Happy. Why?

"Who are you...why did you attack me?! What do you want stranger!?" She hissed at the Tom confusedly, not knowing how he would react.

"My name is Twigpaw. I used to be in one of the Clans around here....anyways. I came to this twolegplace to find a cat. This cat murdered my best friend in cold blood, right inside our camp."

Oh no...this sounds too familiar.

The Tom continued with a dark look in his eyes. "This Tom was big, muscle-packed, gingery tabby, who is fast and deadly, but the worst cst I have ever known. Do you--"

"Sterling." Ivory looked down. "His name is Sterling, and he is here. That wasn't the first terrible thing he has done, he has killed more cats than I could count. I... Sort of live with him."

That got Ivory another squashed position, the light brown Tom from the Clans now sitting on her back paws, growling angrily. "YOU LIVE WITH THIS CAT?! YOU...YOU ARE A MONSTER."

Twigpaw jumped off again, about to swing his paw, but Ivory recoiled and pleaded.

"Please, please! I hate him too...my life is terrible with him in it. All I want is to get out, and get rid of him. Don't hurt me. Hurt him. I never wanted to be with him anyways...but I fear I am too weak to face him alone. Please."

Twigpaw stepped back, and surprisingly, he smiled.

"You won't face him alone. Me and you are going to raise an army to attack him...but this must all happen by tonight."

"An...ARMY?!" Ivory gasped, but then got the true point. This would work, and all the poor kittypets' caught in Sterling's reign could repay him with an attack.

"Nevermind. I get it now," she meowed, "let's go find our army."