Post by EthanTheAnnus on Nov 7, 2018 22:23:20 GMT -5
A soft, almost undetectable wind blew through the forest, gently stirring the leaves.
A single leaf broke off from a tree branch, swirling up into the sky and suddenly plummeting down towards the earth.
The leaf was crushed beneath a dainty white paw, shining silver in the moonlight.
Bright green eyes flashed in the moonlight, and an old scar shone bright red in the pale light, appearing almost fresh.
A cat stepped into a hollow in the forest, and in the weak light one could make out the silver tabby markings on the cat's pelt, turned almost gray in the darkness.
A she-cat, with bright green eyes, a raggedly torn ear and an old scar crossing over her left eye, which looked scratched and damaged as it roamed around, surveying her surroundings.
Her paws, stomach, chest and muzzle were a shining, impeccable white, and her right hind leg was missing all of it's fur from about halfway down, the skin torn and ragged.
Despite her scars, the she-cat wore a proud, almost smug, expression on her face.
Out of the shadows slunk a second cat, a battered looking golden tabby tom, pawsteps slow, his tail limp as it dragged along the earth behind him.
"It is done?" the she-cat demanded, taking a single pace towards him.
The tom flinched at her tone. "Yes, Wishcloud. It is done."
"Good," she meowed softly, then repeated it, louder, a trace of madness in her tone. "Good!"
The golden tom flinched again, and took a half pace backwards, eyes darting around nervously before he seemed to recover and remember where he was.
He drew himself up taller, meeting the she-cat's gaze. "And you?"
"And me what?" Wishcloud spat, claws uncurling and digging into the soft earth beneath her feet.
"Have you done your part?" The tom was now unflinching, turning his almost condescending brown gaze on the she-cat, who was shorter than him, her head barely reaching his shoulder.
"You think I wouldn't?" Her gaze turned murderous. "You dare doubt me, Brackenstep?"
"Of course not, I just-"
"You just what?" Wishcloud took a menacing step towards Brackenstep, who gulped and glanced around, any sense of confidence now gone.
The tom shook his head, casting his eyes at the earth, jaws snapping shut.
"Is it because I'm a medicine cat?" Wishcloud's voice was now dangerously low. "Because poison is not the only painful way to kill a cat."
Brackenstep's eyes widened as he sensed the underlying threat, but was too slow to react as Wishcloud's claws sliced swiftly through his neck.
Blood splattered across the silver tabby she-cat's fur, and she raised her paw to lick it clean, little manic laughter-like noises bubbling out from her as she did so.
"Dead dead dead, you're all so dead," she said in a soft, sing-song voice.
Flicking her tail, she stalked away in the direction of the nearest stream to clean herself off, not caring if anyone found the body of Brackenstep.
She'd ensured they'd all be dead soon enough, so why bother?
Letting out a small mrrow of amusement, the she-cat pushed through the bushes at the edge of the hollow and disappeared into the night.
A single leaf broke off from a tree branch, swirling up into the sky and suddenly plummeting down towards the earth.
The leaf was crushed beneath a dainty white paw, shining silver in the moonlight.
Bright green eyes flashed in the moonlight, and an old scar shone bright red in the pale light, appearing almost fresh.
A cat stepped into a hollow in the forest, and in the weak light one could make out the silver tabby markings on the cat's pelt, turned almost gray in the darkness.
A she-cat, with bright green eyes, a raggedly torn ear and an old scar crossing over her left eye, which looked scratched and damaged as it roamed around, surveying her surroundings.
Her paws, stomach, chest and muzzle were a shining, impeccable white, and her right hind leg was missing all of it's fur from about halfway down, the skin torn and ragged.
Despite her scars, the she-cat wore a proud, almost smug, expression on her face.
Out of the shadows slunk a second cat, a battered looking golden tabby tom, pawsteps slow, his tail limp as it dragged along the earth behind him.
"It is done?" the she-cat demanded, taking a single pace towards him.
The tom flinched at her tone. "Yes, Wishcloud. It is done."
"Good," she meowed softly, then repeated it, louder, a trace of madness in her tone. "Good!"
The golden tom flinched again, and took a half pace backwards, eyes darting around nervously before he seemed to recover and remember where he was.
He drew himself up taller, meeting the she-cat's gaze. "And you?"
"And me what?" Wishcloud spat, claws uncurling and digging into the soft earth beneath her feet.
"Have you done your part?" The tom was now unflinching, turning his almost condescending brown gaze on the she-cat, who was shorter than him, her head barely reaching his shoulder.
"You think I wouldn't?" Her gaze turned murderous. "You dare doubt me, Brackenstep?"
"Of course not, I just-"
"You just what?" Wishcloud took a menacing step towards Brackenstep, who gulped and glanced around, any sense of confidence now gone.
The tom shook his head, casting his eyes at the earth, jaws snapping shut.
"Is it because I'm a medicine cat?" Wishcloud's voice was now dangerously low. "Because poison is not the only painful way to kill a cat."
Brackenstep's eyes widened as he sensed the underlying threat, but was too slow to react as Wishcloud's claws sliced swiftly through his neck.
Blood splattered across the silver tabby she-cat's fur, and she raised her paw to lick it clean, little manic laughter-like noises bubbling out from her as she did so.
"Dead dead dead, you're all so dead," she said in a soft, sing-song voice.
Flicking her tail, she stalked away in the direction of the nearest stream to clean herself off, not caring if anyone found the body of Brackenstep.
She'd ensured they'd all be dead soon enough, so why bother?
Letting out a small mrrow of amusement, the she-cat pushed through the bushes at the edge of the hollow and disappeared into the night.