kits alive, you will meet my demands.â
Cold fear seeped beneath Clear Skyâs pelt. Words dried in his mouth.
âWhat are your demands, exactly?â Thunderâs steady mew sounded behind him.
âFor every five pieces of prey you catch, I want one,â Slash told him simply. âMy rogues will visit you each day to collect our share.â
Wind Runner glared at the rogue. âWeâll starve!â
Thunder growled. âWeâre not going hungry to feed you!â
Slash narrowed his eyes. âWhy should you grow fat on prey from our land?â
âNo one will grow fat this leaf-bare,â Tall Shadow spat. âThereâs hardly enough prey for ourselves. Thereâs certainly not enough to share with you.â
âThatâs not my problem,â Slash answered back. âIf you want to live on our land, then you must share what you catch there.â
âItâs not your land!â Thunder hissed.
âItâs not your land either. You took it without asking,â Slash snapped. âYou force us to roam the edges and live off your scraps.â
âYouâve always roamed the edges of other catsâ land,â Wind Runner snarled. âYou know no other way. Your kind has been bullying others to hunt for them since I was a kit.â
Clear Skyâs thoughts whirled. Why were they arguing over land ? This meeting was about Star Flower. Why werenât the other leaders trying to save her?
River Ripple eyed Slash coldly. âWhy do you stay? The moor, the river, and the forest mean nothing to you. New lands stretch as far as the horizon. Why not go and hunt somewhere else?â
âWhy should we bother when we have you to hunt for us?â Slash began to pace the edge of the rock, his rogues moving back to let him pass. âYou pride yourself on your hunting skills. Isnât this a perfect chance to show them off? And I think Iâve given you enough incentive. . . . Remember, if you donât share your prey, Star Flower will die.â
No! Clear Skyâs breath caught in his throat. âWhat if we gave you one piece of prey in ten?â he blurted.
Slashâs ears twitched. âThatâs not very generous.â
âOne in seven?â Clear Skyâs mew was husky with desperation. He glanced over his shoulder at the other leaders, silently pleading for them to back him up. âOne in seven isnât much to ask,â he rasped. âItâll be newleaf before we know it, and the land will be prey-rich again.â
Thunder avoided meeting his eyes. Tall Shadow blinked at him apologetically. Wind Runnerâs gaze was too narrow to read.
River Ripple stepped closer to the great rock and stared upat Slash. âOur campmates will not go hungry to feed yours.â
Clear Sky felt sick. Didnât they care if Star Flower died? He broke from River Rippleâs side and hurried to Thunder. âYou canât do this!â He snapped his gaze to Wind Runner. âYou have to help save her!â Tall Shadow backed away as he glared at her. âYou promised that youâd help me!â
A low growl sounded in Slashâs throat. Clear Sky turned to face him. The rogues paced menacingly around their leader.
âGive me a chance to persuade them,â Clear Sky begged.
Slash scowled. âClearly your friends donât care if Star Flower dies,â he snarled. âBut donât worry. You wonât be the only one to pay for this.â His claws scraped the stone. âNone of you realize the danger you face. My rogues outnumber you. They are more savage than any of you can imagine. If you value your prey more than the lives of your kits and your campmates, then you are free to refuse me.â
Thunder lifted his chin. âYouâre bluffing.â
Tall Shadow hissed at Slash. âWhy should we believe a word you say?â
âFor all we know,â Wind Runner added,