Sins

 SINS --staring Aleric

"The moment you lose your innocence is when you commit your first sin."

A movie for Rise.

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Sins
The small brown kit watched his parents fight. The cats fighting them leered and he saw his mother go down first. A shocked cry escaped him and he struggled to move forward but the cat holding him down would not let him go. The brown kit began to cry and the cat snarled and use his claws to shut him up.

"Be quiet, kit. Just watch."

His father was all that was left in the ring. The other two cats called out to him, taunting his father. "She never learned how to properly fight. Didn't you teach her anything? Did you teach your son anything?"

His father glanced back at him, where the small kit was still crying. "You leave my son out of this."

They went down under a mass of writhing cats, claws tearing through soft skin, blood splashing on the ground. The kit flinched at the sight but felt his own blood drip from his own wounds.

It was several minutes before the fight was over and the cats slinked away. The tom holding the kit down let him go and ran after his comrades. The brown kit let out a small mew before crawling over to where his mother and father lay.

He began to cry before wiping away the tears himself. He would not cry. He had learned long ago from his father that to live in these neighborhoods would mean killing. It was something his mother had always abhored but the kit knew he had to step up his game.

He would not let his parents' stories be forgotten. He would not be a useless, weak kit.

He would give himself a new name, he decided, something that would be feared one day.

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At thirteen moons old, Aleric was already a fierce fighter. He had never lost a battle against any of his challengers and now he had joined the Blood Army and rose quickly through its ranks.

He stood before the High Committee. "We have a mission for you," one of the cats eyed him, "are you ready to accept?"

Aleric had already been accepting assignments since he had joined at eight moons. But he had heard rumors that this was the biggest assignment being given out so far. He was far ready. "Of course I'm ready." He said easily.

"Good. There is a she-cat by the name of Elena. Her father is part of the High Committee but as you can see, he is not here. He's been neglecting his duties and there are rumors he is going to expose the Committee to the common cats."

Aleric flicked his ear. He knew only the top recruits got to know who the High Committee members were. Aleric didn't know them by name, but he knew them nevertheless. Other recruits got missions through the higher recruits, never getting to meet the Committee themselves.

"You are to befriend his daughter, Elena, and expose her father instead. Tell us his plans, his secrets. Then when you get that out of her, you are to kill the she-cat. Do not get attached, recruit."

"Understood," he answered in a monotone voice, "you have my word that it will be done."

"Take your time," one cat advised, "this isn't a job to be taken lightly. I expect it to take a few moons, as you need to get the she-cat to trust you before you make your move."

"It will be done," Aleric repeated.

After he was dismissed, he ducked into his own den and began to groom his fur. He thought over his plan. He didn't have much information on Elena but he knew where she and her father lived. Other than that, he was in the dark about her. That didn't bother him so much though; Aleric had been told he could be charming when he wanted.

He slipped out of his den after formulating his approach and heading towards the good side of the Twolegplace, where Elena lived. As he drew near, he paused in front of the den and was trying to figure out a way to get Elena to come out when the she-cat stepped out first.

Aleric immediately noted her light gray pelt and stunning blue eyes. Gorgeous. He blushed slightly at the word and tried to grab a hold of the situation before it could slip out of his paws.

"Hello," Elena blinked, "Who are you?"

"I'm Aleric," Aleric introduced himself and immediately berated himself silently. He was supposed to use a cover name, but thankfully Elena's father didn't know him because he never attended the meetings that Aleric was in to receive missions.

"Nice to meet you," Elena smiled at him, "I'm Elena."

Aleric already knew her name, but he dipped his head anyway. "A pretty name for a pretty she-cat."

Elena didn't blush or falter. Aleric admired to way she held herself. "Thank you." She simply murmured, "You don't look so bad yourself."

The brown tom knew he had to jump into the next phase before he lost her interest. "I'm looking for a line of work to get prey. Is there anywhere that you know where I can easily get prey? I'm running out of options."

"Hunting is always bad in the Twolegplace," Elena said sympathetically, "but I really have no other solutions for you. Though," she leaned forward, "if you help me with something, I'll give you some extra prey."

"Sounds like I'm exploiting you," Aleric frowned, "I don't like using she-cats."

"You aren't using me," Elena gave a small laugh, "It's nothing like that. You just have to help me gather rare plants. We can even go find them together if you wish. If you help me do that, I will give you prey." Her eyes run over his pelt and Aleric thanked the stars that he was pretty skinny.

"All right," Aleric agreed.

"This doesn't mean we're friends though," something sparked in Elena's eyes, "You are just helping me with something. Don't get anything in your head."

"Don't worry," Aleric cast her his most charming smile, "I know how to behave."

Elena's expression didn't change and Aleric found himself liking her more and more. "Come back here tomorrow at dawn and I'll give you more details. My father is usually out by then which means he won't question who you are and why I'm getting involved with you."

"Going behind your father's back?" Aleric teased.

Elena turned away from him. "Dawn tomorrow. If you're late, the deal's off."

She went back into her den and Aleric watched her for a moment before he too turned away. It hadn't turned out as he had planned, but perhaps it turned out better.

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