Post by Wolfy on Aug 27, 2008 17:49:45 GMT -5
Alley Cats
Tornadoe
The dark shadowed alley was the only thing taht could have kept your spirits up. The all black tom lurked behind his silver cans that did not glow tonight. The tall-walkers were up to their no good unreasonable trouble again, making thier high pitch screechs still and hurting all those who walked with Tornadoe's ears, making them beg for mercy from, well, the "moon spirits" or whomever they believed. Tornadoe didn't care for such nonsense of ignorence. Just a waste of time, wishing that the moon ancestors would guide them, psht, whatever. Traveling to this alley took some time to just reach this side of the town. Tornadoe hid it clearly well, but he enjoyed strays, just another cat to kill in his presence. It was a very dark night and not even the moon was shining.
There, something for the cats in MY group to be scared about. No moon, no hope.
Tornadoe thought to himself, likeing the idea of darkness. He wondered about how his sister was, something about her gave him the chills, he wanted nothing to do with that wretched traitor and something needed to be done. Something good. Kill. Tornadoe walked sulkingly and jumped softly up onto his silver can to watch the cats below, scavage for food and hiss at the angry rats scuffling about. His frosty eyes gleaming onto his good "friend", Ash.
Ash
The moon was invisible for this brown tabby and he was a bit upset about it as well. Nothing to give him some light, just the frosty icy eyes gazing from darkness. An unpleasent sight, but how could he doubt Tornadoe, the one that had held them together for ages. He needed to be more respectful for his leader. Not much he could do without the great leader. His mate, or at least, his "partner", Flora, was biting into a rat and as she looked at his childer, Monkey and Rose, their skinny bodies faltering as Queen Flora rolled her eyes at them and dug into the rat by herself. Pathetic. Worthless. Anger. Selfish. No good words in this ancestor forsaken group. Exactly the way it should be. Nothing ever should be happy here. They weren't even supposed to have "queens", but of course, that thing had to suggest it because sometime they would need more cats. Good thing Tornadoe banished that traitor. Ash hissed under his breath as he sulked up to the silver can holding Tornadoe.
"Anything?" he asked menacingly.
"Nothing. Just the way it should be." Tornadoe replied without looking at Ash.
He still doesn't trust me after mating with Flora.
Ash thought with disbelief. It was really against the law of Tornadoe's to have queens and New-borns, but if a queen came by herself to join and was fierce, then Tornadoe would allow it. It wasn't Ash's fault. He hated Flora, but she insisted on having new-borns.
That good for-nothing piece of filth. Nothing would be good enough for that brat.
Ash thought hatefully. He shook his head and leaped onto his brown box to sit next to the black cat.
Tornadoe
The dark shadowed alley was the only thing taht could have kept your spirits up. The all black tom lurked behind his silver cans that did not glow tonight. The tall-walkers were up to their no good unreasonable trouble again, making thier high pitch screechs still and hurting all those who walked with Tornadoe's ears, making them beg for mercy from, well, the "moon spirits" or whomever they believed. Tornadoe didn't care for such nonsense of ignorence. Just a waste of time, wishing that the moon ancestors would guide them, psht, whatever. Traveling to this alley took some time to just reach this side of the town. Tornadoe hid it clearly well, but he enjoyed strays, just another cat to kill in his presence. It was a very dark night and not even the moon was shining.
There, something for the cats in MY group to be scared about. No moon, no hope.
Tornadoe thought to himself, likeing the idea of darkness. He wondered about how his sister was, something about her gave him the chills, he wanted nothing to do with that wretched traitor and something needed to be done. Something good. Kill. Tornadoe walked sulkingly and jumped softly up onto his silver can to watch the cats below, scavage for food and hiss at the angry rats scuffling about. His frosty eyes gleaming onto his good "friend", Ash.
Ash
The moon was invisible for this brown tabby and he was a bit upset about it as well. Nothing to give him some light, just the frosty icy eyes gazing from darkness. An unpleasent sight, but how could he doubt Tornadoe, the one that had held them together for ages. He needed to be more respectful for his leader. Not much he could do without the great leader. His mate, or at least, his "partner", Flora, was biting into a rat and as she looked at his childer, Monkey and Rose, their skinny bodies faltering as Queen Flora rolled her eyes at them and dug into the rat by herself. Pathetic. Worthless. Anger. Selfish. No good words in this ancestor forsaken group. Exactly the way it should be. Nothing ever should be happy here. They weren't even supposed to have "queens", but of course, that thing had to suggest it because sometime they would need more cats. Good thing Tornadoe banished that traitor. Ash hissed under his breath as he sulked up to the silver can holding Tornadoe.
"Anything?" he asked menacingly.
"Nothing. Just the way it should be." Tornadoe replied without looking at Ash.
He still doesn't trust me after mating with Flora.
Ash thought with disbelief. It was really against the law of Tornadoe's to have queens and New-borns, but if a queen came by herself to join and was fierce, then Tornadoe would allow it. It wasn't Ash's fault. He hated Flora, but she insisted on having new-borns.
That good for-nothing piece of filth. Nothing would be good enough for that brat.
Ash thought hatefully. He shook his head and leaped onto his brown box to sit next to the black cat.
