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Post by Icy on Oct 14, 2012 18:57:34 GMT -5
You have to run! Faster, sister, faster! They're coming for us!
A single scream passed through the she-cat's maw, shrill, almost as though it could be heard for miles. She panted heavily- it was a dream, it was only a dream, she thought, shifting from her makeshift nest of leaves to face toward the skies. Not too far away, she heard the rustling of a bush, and soon enough, the dark tabby head of her brother. His expression seemed a bit.. off, and though he normally wasn't very concerned, he was this time.
"Angel. What happened?" he asked roughly, amber eyes seeming to glisten in the dark of night. She could barely look away from her brother's face, let alone speak- the nightmare that shook her thoughts was still lingering in the depths of her mind. "Angel?" he spoke again, taking her out from her thoughts and turned toward the ground.
"I-its the dream again, Devil. Every time, we're running away from something- I keep thinking its the Clan cats, or maybe the ones that were in the Twolegplace- B-brother, I'm scared." She choked out, leading into a steady whimper. Devil gave a shaky sigh before sliding over toward his sibling, rubbing his tail against her flank.
"Don't worry, I promise that I would protect you, didn't I? Those Clan cats aren't going to get either of us, or I'll die protecting you." he murmured reassuringly, a low purr rumbling in his throat. Angel knew this was true, that there was no way she would get hurt- her brother was here. He always will be here, right?
"Never leave me, alright?" she muttered, beginning to lie down and fall asleep again.
"Devil's promise." he agreed, curling up beside her. It was warm, and she muttered another phrase before completely falling into slumber.
"Angel's swear."
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When the morning slid over the tree branches, a ray of sunlight hit the brown tabby she-cat's face, causing her to hiss in annoyance. Seriously, could the sun just wait five more minutes or something? "Comeoncomeon- just five more seconds-" she broke off, eyes opening to reveal light hazel orbs. Honestly, she could be considered pretty, though there was something that she never thought of before; mating.
Honestly, she would rather not try to find someone to 'love', or whatever that may be. Even when meeting other loners, she just couldn't bring herself into finding anything attractive. She had heard stereotypes of, in Clans, the she-cats were expected to have at least one litter of kits in their lifetime, though.. She just couldn't understand why.
Anyways, the light had shone into her eyes, and another hiss escaped her maw. Honestly, why couldn't this sun come at a different time? She'd rather just sleep the day away-
"Angel!"
The tabby blinked, turning her head over toward the source of her name being called, slightly surprised to see the darker form of her brother slinking through the brush, a trio of vole in his grip. "You wouldn't believe the amount of prey I found! Its a wonder how these Clan cats don't find them all, this is too simple!" he added, dropping the fresh kill between the two of them.
"They look amazing!" she purred in response, snatching one of them up in her claws and dragging it over toward her, taking a single bite out of the soft flesh. She ate it silently, and as she did so, her brother followed her actions with one of the other ones. Soon enough, both were finished with their prey- leaving one of the voles left.
"Well, there's no sense in leaving it.. right?" Angel noted, glancing over in the direction of the Clans. Maybe they would appreciate it! Since, well, it was free food, wasn't it? It was sure to be fine! "I'll go on my own. I'll be back soon, the sun wouldn't have even moved an inch!" she added, taking the fresh kill in her jaws before bounding away and toward the Shadowclan border.
"Be careful!" were the last words she heard from her brother before disappearing in the tangled undergrowth. Little did she know that this wouldn't exactly be easy.
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There was no fresh scents on the border, she noticed, as she crossed into the territory. The pines towered high above her, the swamps below her paws seeming to suckle at her pads. Ick, gross, she thought to herself, deciding to find a drier spot to place the vole, and hopefully, a more fresh scent.
She wandered not for long before finding actual dry land, dropping the vole at her paws. As she turned to pad away, she couldn't help but notice a yowl coming from behind the group of bushes. Slinking over toward the base, she peered through the leaves, holding back a gasp as she saw the display.
"... aim for the throat, Flamepaw! That's where the killing blow is! Now, Newtpaw, you're supposed to block him from doing so." A main voice spoke, one that Angel pinpointed as a solid black tom, though she noticed slight gray hairs poking through his short pelt from age. There was another adult cat there- a gray tabby she-cat, who was just about to disagree with the large tom.
"Blackfoot! We are not trying to teach the young cats to kill- I mean, look that them! They're not even close to being warriors, and you're teaching them to kill each other..." she growled, turning her attention back on the two smaller cats, a ginger tom, and a brown tabby male. The former looked to be about her own age- well, both did; they probably shared the same den for most of their lives.
"Ashtail, are you kidding me? They need to be the strongest they can be! They have to prepare against other cats, Clanborn or not." The cat Angel believed was Blackfoot retorted, twitching his tail in irritation. The loner blinked a few times before backing away from the bush, awe and distraught in her eyes.
Prepare against other cats! That meant ones in her status, without a Clan- or not in their Clan at all. She just had to tell Devil about this- maybe they could both be spared if they joined the Clan? Standing there like a fool, she decided to crawl under the bush again, watching the display that was now going on.
The ginger tom- Flamepaw, she thought- was circling around the brown tom- Newtpaw- and keeping both of his eyes on the other, completely and utterly focused. He then lunged forward, the brown cat stepping aside to avoid the ginger one, though it seemed like the larger apprentice knew it was coming. He rebounded, leaping on Newtpaw and pinning him on his belly, jaws ready over his throat. A rumble of amusement and praise came from Blackfoot, but disappointment radiated from Ashtail.
"I swear to Starclan, toms are so stubborn..." she hissed, flicking her tail for the mock-fight to cease. Flamepaw noticed her irritation immediately and stepped off of the brown tabby, who rolled to his paws, spitting dirt from his maw.
"Jeeze, Flamepaw, it was almost like you were trying to impress someone. There isn't even a cat in sight that isn't our mentors." she overheard the smaller tom saying, and Angel suddenly became aware that she was watching everything. Embarrassment flooded over her, though she couldn't help but hear the ginger tom saying something else, something that she almost tripped over her paws backing up from.
"I was trying to warn a watching she-cat to not get too close to the Clan cats." he responsed, emerald eyes flashing before turning toward the bush where she was hiding. He had noticed her! And why the heck wasn't she getting away from this place right now?
"Eep!" she mewed, backing up from underneath the bush and starting to run, only to run head-first into the black tom from before. She stayed low to the ground, fear seeming to radiate from her entire body, as the feline looked her over, a low growl sounding from his throat.
"What do you think you're doing here, she-cat? Sight-seeing?" he rumbled, slightly amused, though tough-sounding all the same. Angel blinked several times, eyes widened into large pebbles, ears laid back against her head. This cat, Blackfoot, was seriously just, huge, compared to a little loner like herself. Oh man, she really wished that her brother was here right now..
"I-I'm just wo-wondering what the n-noise was about.." she stammered out, shaking with every word. "M-my brother had ca-caught some vole over by the Th-thunderpath- not on your territory, promise! We had o-one left over and I vo-volunteered to bring it out here for a Clan cat to h-have, if you w-wanted it--"
"Ugh. Quiet, she-cat. You talk way too much, you know. Kestrelstar's going to have a field day with you, I can see that much." Blackfoot grumbled, motioning with his tail for her to follow him. As he began walking away, she muttered a small prayer before getting to her paws and tracing his pawsteps. She was not going to make it back before nightfall, that much was certain.
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