The Chase

Prologue
A brown-grey tom entered the rusted shiny dens of the rogues he knew well. "Venom!" He hissed under his breath. "Are you here? I have something important to tell you!"

The glossy black tom named Venom walked out of the shadows near the dens. "Ah, Snake! I've been expecting you! Have you carried out the plan yet?" He asked, now circling the much-larger tom.

"I had to take care of some dirty work first." He snarled. "A clan apprentice overheard us, so I had to kill him. You should have been more wary about where we have our conversation. I think a warrior saw the murder though..." He looked down at his paws.

Venom's purple eyes wirled with fury. With one large swipe, he slashed Snake's face. "Your mistakes are not my fault, Snake... I suggest you not blame me for them." Blood trickled from the wounds on Snake's face.

"Yes, sir." Snake said. "I must now return to my place of being. They are expecting me."