Chapter Eleven

“I’ve let him slip from my claws at the last possible moment of victory.” Growled the jet black tom as he paced through the Place of No Stars. “I should have grabbed him the moment I had him cornered. Mouse-brain! Hare-brain!” Pausing in his pacing, and then tilting his head upwards towards those branch covered skies, the jet black tom curled his lip to reveal his sharp fangs in a snarl. 

“I KNOW YOU HAD A PAW IN THIS!!” He roared, voice ragged with fury, towards nothing in particular, but it was as though he was speaking to a cat just out of reach. However, he knew she had been watching over that apprentice the moment he stepped into this place. “YOU CAN’T PROTECT HIM FOREVER FROM ME!!! HE ALREADY KNOWS THAT HE DOESN’T BELONG IN THAT CLAN!! IT IS JUST A MATTER OF TIME WHEN HE FULLY REALIZES HIS TRUE IDENTITY!!” He crowed before beginning to  laugh hysterically like he just lost his mind. The sounds of his maniacal laughter sang eerily through the Place of No Stars, echoing back to him.