A Fresh Storm

For Feather's contest.

Prologue
A sinister laugh reverbated through the dimly lit forest. In the small patch lit up by the eerie glow of the fungus, two toms stood; one a light brown, the other a very dark grey. Longing for even the tiniest wisp of moonlight, the tom was scared inside, but he stayed on his paws. "Well done, Adderpaw..." The dark gray tom spoke in a cruel rasp. "I didn't think you had the courage, but it seems I was wrong." A small shape lay on the ground, kicked to the side like carrion. Adderpaw flinched. "Remind me why we're doing this?" he asked the tom steadily, his amber gaze troubled as he looked at the shape. "Are you sure this is right?"

The tom slashed at Adderpaw's ear. "Right?" he snarled. "Right?"