Post by sandpoppy on Dec 17, 2009 22:18:17 GMT -5
The black she-cat felt her powerful muscles rippling under her pelt as she padded, almost delicately, among the undergrowth. The scents of the forest slipping into her nostrils. It was hard to sort out the many different smells that were surrounding her. But moons of experience helped her to pick out just what she was looking for. Vole! She stalked up silently and waited until the last moment before she jumped. She sailed through the air and landed on the rodent, her weight instantly snapping it's spine. The crack was most likely the most satisfying part of the hunt. It was a simple matter to picture a helpless clan cat in the place of the prey.
She owed her hatred to the clan cats to her mother. The queen was not the most loving parent, which was a good thing. While there were cats like the clans they needed strength, not bird down. She had trained her kits to be strong. And she poured every bit of her malice and hate into them. Nightshade could remember listening to her mother, telling her about the clans. She remembered her chest swelling with hate until she thought it might burst with such strong emotion. Her siblings were never that way. Oh yes, they talked about chasing the clans off and beating them up, but for them it was all fun and games. They left her in the end, to carry out their mission alone. "I will not fail you like they did Mother." Of course her mother was dead and gone. The after-life was just a clan superstition. "The clans have ruled the forest long enough. And no matter what it takes, I will destroy them." She vowed her voice turning into a yowl. She realized that she was talking a little too loud at this point and settled down to eat her fresh-kill. Her mind whirling with schemes and plans. But no matter what she planned, no matter how strongly she fought, she could not defeat the clans. They were simply too strong. Sadden she bit into the vole. She felt strangely tired.
She owed her hatred to the clan cats to her mother. The queen was not the most loving parent, which was a good thing. While there were cats like the clans they needed strength, not bird down. She had trained her kits to be strong. And she poured every bit of her malice and hate into them. Nightshade could remember listening to her mother, telling her about the clans. She remembered her chest swelling with hate until she thought it might burst with such strong emotion. Her siblings were never that way. Oh yes, they talked about chasing the clans off and beating them up, but for them it was all fun and games. They left her in the end, to carry out their mission alone. "I will not fail you like they did Mother." Of course her mother was dead and gone. The after-life was just a clan superstition. "The clans have ruled the forest long enough. And no matter what it takes, I will destroy them." She vowed her voice turning into a yowl. She realized that she was talking a little too loud at this point and settled down to eat her fresh-kill. Her mind whirling with schemes and plans. But no matter what she planned, no matter how strongly she fought, she could not defeat the clans. They were simply too strong. Sadden she bit into the vole. She felt strangely tired.