Chapter 2 || Revenge
Batchaser exited the forest, staring down at his paws. Why did he remember? StarClan cats were supposed to forget how they died. So..why did he remember?
⠀⠀The black tom’s claws sunk into the ground. Paleheart had killed him mercilessly. He’d ripped open his throat without even thinking twice and leapt right back into battle.
⠀⠀Anger lapped at his belly. It felt like a fireball was being summoned in his stomach. Killing another cat was against the warrior code. Maybe Paleheart was punished. But it has been a while since I died, so it wouldn’t even matter. Unless he was exiled. Batchaser doubted it. Doestar probably didn’t even know what her stupid warrior had done.
⠀⠀The black tom pondered for a few moments. He had an idea. It wasn’t something good, but he wanted revenge against Paleheart. Anything.
⠀⠀Paleheart has a mate, right? And kits? Batchaser smirked. He could make a fake prophecy. Send Paleheart spiraling into a deep hole of terror and paranoia. He wanted to. So badly. But how would he? He’d never sent a prophecy or omen, despite being told to so many times.
⠀⠀The tom flicked an ear. He’d have to follow someone and find out where he could contact the living cats of the Clans.
⠀⠀One cat crossed his mind -- Jackalstar. The she-cat had been the former leader of ThunderClan, and always seemed to be talking to her former Clanmates. I’ll follow her. She can lead me to wherever they go to visit dreams.
⠀⠀Batchaser scanned the lands. There was a beautiful sparkling river that ran under a rock that allowed cats to walk from either side. A huge moor was located to the right of the river, a dark forest hardly visible. It was a mixture between oak and pine trees. The black tom usually stayed in this forest, however.
⠀⠀Shaking his head, he ran down the slope and looked for any cat he could. He spotted a white tabby she-cat licking her paw, laughing at a brown tabby tom that accidentally fell in the river. Batchaser narrowed his eyes as he padded closer to them. The she-cat noticed him and turned his way, the tom staggering to his paws and watching Batchaser near the duo.
⠀⠀“Hello,” the she-cat greeted with a purr. “What brings you here?”
⠀⠀Batchaser flicked an ear. “Do you know where Jackalstar is?”
⠀⠀The she-cat nodded. “Yes.” She pointed with her tail to the forest past the moor. “Just down there. You should spot her.”
⠀⠀“Why are you looking for her?” the brown tabby tom inquired as he stepped out of the river, shaking the water out from his pelt. His fur instantly became dry, as if he hadn’t even gotten it wet.
⠀⠀Batchaser shrugged and didn’t reply, beginning to pad away.
⠀⠀“Hey! I asked you a question!” the tom called, running after him. Batchaser reeled on him and thrust his muzzle into his face, a growl rumbling deep in his throat.
⠀⠀“I heard you,” the black tom snarled. “I just didn’t bother to answer you.”
⠀⠀The brown tabby’s hackles rose and he took a step back, narrowing his yellow eyes. “Fine. I was just trying to be nice.” He turned and walked back to his friend, or mate, whatever they were, and eyed Batchaser as he sprinted across the moor.
⠀⠀The black tom looked around as he ran. Jackalstar...I could easily spot her in a gathering, so why can’t I find her now? She had brown patches over a snowy-white pelt and fiery blue eyes tinged with an amber-yellow color. Definitely recognizable.
⠀⠀His heart soared when he spotted her. She was walking alongside a gray tom with black splotches near the forest. She didn’t even notice Batchaser as he dove behind a bush, flattening his ears as he stalked after them.
⠀⠀The black tom felt content as he followed them. Jackalstar might just lead me to where I need to go, and if so, I’m going to get my revenge on Paleheart. What more could I ask for?