"What do you mean you won't give me the mercenaries?!" spat the tom, his spine bristling and tail bushing out. "Now that Threelegs is dead, I'm the leader of BloodClan, and now YOU'RE going to stand in my way? That's a stupid move, Scytheclaw." Scythe lashed his tail, arching his back. "The Night Owls are loyal to me, Kingfish, and they have no respect for you." The deputy could feel a pang of terror looking into the dual-colored gaze of the leader. "You're insane if you think I'll just toss them to you like rubbish; you'll only hurt the forest Clans!" Kingfish snorted. "BloodClan will take the whole forest, even if it must stand upon a pile of ashes. I want the mercenaries NOW, Scythe." "You'll never have them!" His temper suddenly cooled, and his snarl was exchanged for a twisted smirk. "Every cat has his weakness." He turned back to his clan. "Find Athena." Scytheclaw's pale blue eyes rounded as he was dragged away by the two warriors that held him down. "Wait... WAIT! NO!" he wailed. If they found his daughter, it was very likely that Kingfish would have his way with her, if not kill her. "KINGFISH! DON'T DO THIS!" Relishing in the agonized cried of his deputy, Kingfish chuckled quietly to himself before walking away, unknowingly passing right by a trembling, quietly sobbing Athena whose blue eyes didn't dare wander from her hunter. A scene from my own warriors fiction, taking place in the newly moved and resurrected clans from the original series (including a newly risen BloodClan) containing my characters Kingfish, Scytheclaw, and Scythe's daughter Athena. Basically, the clan is divided: one half follows BloodClan's leader, Kingfish, who wants to conquer and/or destroy the forest, and the other half follows his deputy, Scytheclaw, who is fighting to save the clans.

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