Velenka walked silently through the trees, Finhor following her. The two were searching for any Deir survivors or some cats who had come to escape from Mau's grasp. Finhor muttered, his muzzle in the air, "I smell a loner." Velenka nodded, "Where is it coming from?"
"That way." Finhor looked to his right. Velenka turned to her right, catiously looking around for any traces of a loner passing by: Killed prey, fur on brambles, or even an abandoned nest. Finhor stopped, and Velenka stopped as well. Finhoor looked ahead, and a small tabby was lying on the ground, resting. He was looking away, so he couldn't see them. He had a metal helmet on, a small amber piece engraved tightly into it. He was too young to be flatlined. Finhor sighed, "He looked like he just left kithood." Velenka nodded, and padded into the open. The tabby kit whirled around, his eyes wide and full of fear. He squeaked, "W-W-Who are you?!"
"We are friends." Velenka mewed calmly.
"You are? You have not come to kill me?"
"We are not going to kill you. I am Velenka, and this is Finhor. But what is such a small guard like you doing all alone?"
"I ran away. I accidently killed another guard, and I didn't want to get killed for it so I ran away."
"Oh. Well, Finhor and I are looking for cats to join Deir. We we-"
"I want to join!" He bounded over, joining in beside Finhor. Velenka nodded, "Alright. What's your name?"
"Geran."
"Ok." Finhor answered, "We will find some more cats, then we will take you to our camp."
Velenka, Finhor, Geran, and another rogue named Winter and her kit Jerom. Fawn, Kiko, and Kika looked up when Velenka showed them around the camp. Jerom stepped forward, his white and black paws small for his size, but his muscle made up for the rest, "What are you playing? Can I join?" The three kits squealed,
"We are playing Kill the Evil Guards!"
"You can join!"
"Welcome aboard!"
Jerom smiled, "I want to be the slave, who is the evil guard?" Kiko piped up, "Fawn and Kika are the guards. You and I have to defend our selves and get to the Onyx to win! If we get pinned twice we lose." Kiko showed Jerom a grey rock, which was the Onyx for the game. Jerom nodded,
"Ok!"
"Ok," Kika mewed, "Get ready!" Kiko and Jerom raced to the other side of the camp, while Kika and Fawn picked up the Onyx and put it on the other side of the camp.
"Go!" Kiko and Jerom raced to the 'Onyx' while Kika and Fawn tried to look like real guards, pacing and acting evil. Jerom clashed with the two she-kits, battering at them with gentle paws. Kiko tried to get the Onyx but Kika squealed, butting into him, "You slave! You can not get the onyx!" Then Jerom butted aside Fawn, reaching for the rock. He grabbed the onyx and yowled, "We win!" Fawn and Kika joined them, "Ok now we be the slaves! You and Kiko be the guards." The kits started to get ready for the next round.
If only winning could be that easy.
