Post by scarletmoon on Jan 7, 2012 3:54:55 GMT -5
[shadow=red,left,300]Deception, disgrace, evil as plain as the scar on her face
Deception, an outrage, disgrace, for shame
She asked for trouble the moment she came[/shadow]
A sliver-blue she-cat slunk through the shadows with ease. Her fur was ragged from moons without being properly washed, and her ribs were easily visible. It was green-leaf now, but she had been a medicine cat for the better part of a few seasons. Her silver pelt was dim, and there was a dull lifelessness to her. Her mottled blue eyes flicked upward to the moon above her head. A Gathering had occurred just a few days before.
Her name was Scarletmoon, and her brother was the dead, so to speak- though she wasn't sure of that yet. Her unkempt coat summed up the past few moons of her life rather well- she had spent it like a rogue,avoiding any signs of life besides the occasional hurt cat that she would quickly fix up. Sure, she had been a friendly cat at one point, but she had never had a kit die before her eyes,her own little darling.. Now,it's like she faded into mist,nothingness.
Her thoughts wandered back to Pantherkit. She wished she was here. She remembered the cold nights they had spent together, despite her having to wake up early to feed her little one,then the other two.. She had her curled up against her,but all that had come to an end. She had given birth to three kits, and she was the only one who died. In fact,Pantherkit was killed. For her kindness.
She realized that she had arrived at the edge of the territory, and swore mentally. Suddenly,Scarletmoon grew mad. She remembered the blood splattering against the grass like rain,at that moment her veins had ice coursing through her veins. She welcomed it like a old friend
Her eyes glittering with mischief, she leaped back to camp, unsheathing her claws. Who knows? Maybe a cat was far enough from camp. Despite her unhealthiness,Scarletmoon was able to dash to the camp as quickly as a squirrel.Her mouth watering for the anticipation for blood,of her fox-hearted clanmates.
Deception, an outrage, disgrace, for shame
She asked for trouble the moment she came[/shadow]
A sliver-blue she-cat slunk through the shadows with ease. Her fur was ragged from moons without being properly washed, and her ribs were easily visible. It was green-leaf now, but she had been a medicine cat for the better part of a few seasons. Her silver pelt was dim, and there was a dull lifelessness to her. Her mottled blue eyes flicked upward to the moon above her head. A Gathering had occurred just a few days before.
Her name was Scarletmoon, and her brother was the dead, so to speak- though she wasn't sure of that yet. Her unkempt coat summed up the past few moons of her life rather well- she had spent it like a rogue,avoiding any signs of life besides the occasional hurt cat that she would quickly fix up. Sure, she had been a friendly cat at one point, but she had never had a kit die before her eyes,her own little darling.. Now,it's like she faded into mist,nothingness.
Her thoughts wandered back to Pantherkit. She wished she was here. She remembered the cold nights they had spent together, despite her having to wake up early to feed her little one,then the other two.. She had her curled up against her,but all that had come to an end. She had given birth to three kits, and she was the only one who died. In fact,Pantherkit was killed. For her kindness.
She realized that she had arrived at the edge of the territory, and swore mentally. Suddenly,Scarletmoon grew mad. She remembered the blood splattering against the grass like rain,at that moment her veins had ice coursing through her veins. She welcomed it like a old friend
Her eyes glittering with mischief, she leaped back to camp, unsheathing her claws. Who knows? Maybe a cat was far enough from camp. Despite her unhealthiness,Scarletmoon was able to dash to the camp as quickly as a squirrel.Her mouth watering for the anticipation for blood,of her fox-hearted clanmates.
