Post by Shadow Sharpfang on Dec 2, 2014 16:58:26 GMT -4
"I'm Max." Meowed a tom, who was sitting in front of three other cats, a guarded look on his face. His pelt was long and grey, with white on his chest. He had marks of black, white, and lighter grey here and there, giving him an interesting appearance. His eyes were big and green, and focused on the trio standing before him.
"Max? That's a funny name." One, piped up, a mischievous look in his eyes.
"I hear he was born a pet, then his father dragged him back to his home of Cliff Colony." A she-cat purred slyly.
"Wow. Must've been one ugly tom if he had to go to the furless' territory for a mate." The third cat, another she-cat, snickered.
Max held back a growl. "I'm here instead of that stupid Sky Colony for a reason, mouse-hearts."
"Oh? What did you do, accidentally prick one of your friends when you were playfighting?" The first she-cat asked in a mocking way.
"No. I ripped out my father's throat when he was sleeping, then went to the Paw's den and separated their big heads from their bodies. Got six of them before the rest of the clan woke up and jumped me. Now I'm here."
They went quiet. He flattened his ears and narrowed his eyes. "Now, leave me be. I want to see what the queens thought of their little present." He growled, remembering the body and three dismembered limbs, complete with a missing head, he had left in the nursery before having claws pierce his throat. His eyes were alight, burning with hatred, a large contrast to his otherwise calm appearance. The three got up and walked quietly away. After they left he felt a sob build up in his throat, but he swallowed it back. If anyone would listen to a word he would say, if anyone would show any positive interest in him, it was these murky cats that he now lived among.
That had been over ten moons ago now. The rage and sadness had long since released their hold on his heart, but his tainted thoughts only grew darker. The only change was he became a much more sociable cat. He had made friends, and was respected by most. He enjoyed his home. This was where he belonged. No one in the living world liked him anyway. He wasn't missed by a single soul, and he didn't miss a single pelt.
"Max? That's a funny name." One, piped up, a mischievous look in his eyes.
"I hear he was born a pet, then his father dragged him back to his home of Cliff Colony." A she-cat purred slyly.
"Wow. Must've been one ugly tom if he had to go to the furless' territory for a mate." The third cat, another she-cat, snickered.
Max held back a growl. "I'm here instead of that stupid Sky Colony for a reason, mouse-hearts."
"Oh? What did you do, accidentally prick one of your friends when you were playfighting?" The first she-cat asked in a mocking way.
"No. I ripped out my father's throat when he was sleeping, then went to the Paw's den and separated their big heads from their bodies. Got six of them before the rest of the clan woke up and jumped me. Now I'm here."
They went quiet. He flattened his ears and narrowed his eyes. "Now, leave me be. I want to see what the queens thought of their little present." He growled, remembering the body and three dismembered limbs, complete with a missing head, he had left in the nursery before having claws pierce his throat. His eyes were alight, burning with hatred, a large contrast to his otherwise calm appearance. The three got up and walked quietly away. After they left he felt a sob build up in his throat, but he swallowed it back. If anyone would listen to a word he would say, if anyone would show any positive interest in him, it was these murky cats that he now lived among.
That had been over ten moons ago now. The rage and sadness had long since released their hold on his heart, but his tainted thoughts only grew darker. The only change was he became a much more sociable cat. He had made friends, and was respected by most. He enjoyed his home. This was where he belonged. No one in the living world liked him anyway. He wasn't missed by a single soul, and he didn't miss a single pelt.
