Oh No

Drama!

"W-what are we gonna do?" Jeremy's whisper quivered as he crouched beside his two friends.
Mike shook his head and peered back out the bushes, they were in a tight situation. They had recently learned that Vincent, the cat that was such good buddies with Scott, had some dirty secrets.
Mike felt Jeremy start to shake beside him and he pinned his ears back. He glanced back out the bushes and cringed at the two cats standing face-to-face in a dangerous argument.
"I swear if you touch them, Vincent, I'll kill you myself." A tall, limber, black and white cat hissed towards a silver tabby.
"Oh please, Scott! You don't have the guts to challenge me! Those brats are better off dead anyway." Vincent hissed while digging his claws into the damp grass.
"You think I won't protect them? I won't let you hurt anymore young cats! I was stupid to help you cover up in the first place. I should have let cats know you were dangerous!" Scott hissed and his stump of a tail seemed to lash with rage.
Vincent smirked and lashed his tail once and leaped on his old friend. Sinking his claws into Scott's shoulders he hissed and pinned him down. "Well, it's too late to be a little hero now!"
Scott growled and struggled to kick Vincent off of him with no prevail. He shifted and hissed again, there was no way he would win this fight and knowing Vincent it would be a fight to the death.
Vincent growled again and lined his claws on Scott's throat. "You know you could have went on with your own business. You could have let those kits wander into my trap, but you didn't!" He pushed down and the sound of the claws hitting Scott's windpipe was a crushing sound.
Mike tensed up and leaped out of the bushes with a yowl of concern and hurt. "Scott!"