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Post by уυησ gαѕαι on Mar 10, 2017 17:03:13 GMT -5
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Post by уυησ gαѕαι on Mar 10, 2017 17:03:36 GMT -5
As kits, Feather and River were taken away from their Clan during a fire by a rogue called Smoke, who had hated the Clans for many seasons. They grow up never going outside or hunting, and they know that they'd never survive on their own. Running away would be useless.
Even if they think they'll never escape, there's still a small chance of life changing.
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smoke - dark gray, short-furred tabby tom with black paws and green eyes
sand - golden tabby she-cat with green eyes
spot - dark brown short-furred tabby tom with white patches and brown eyes
feather - light gray tabby long-furred she-cat with orange eyes
river - light gray long-furred she-cat with white patches and orange eyes
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Post by уυησ gαѕαι on Mar 10, 2017 17:12:57 GMT -5
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I'm Feather.
Maybe I should start my story with my family and who I am. But, if I'm honest, I don't know those things.
I remember a lot before I was taken, though. There was a silver cat, our mother, and me and River lay by her belly, drinking milk. I miss the milk. I haven't had any since the fire. We had to eat prey as soon as we were... 2 moons, maybe? I don't even know how old I am now, but I was a kit then. I know that.
And then there was our father. I don't really remember him, but I think he was brown. He was standing by the silver cat's back, looking proudly at us with bright yellow eyes.
But the place we lived in was a forest. I can still see the trees, leaves falling in an attempt to escape. There was so much fire. The heat was horrible, and my mouth still tasted of milk I was drinking just a few minutes before. My mother was still weak from our birth and our father had to carry us.
We finally reached a river, where our father put us down. He padded away to our mother, and me and River looked at each other with worried eyes. What had happened, and why were we running away? I understand now it was fire, of course, but I was just a kit then.
We started to play. There was wet moss next to the river and we sat on it, staring at the rising sun. Then I could feel myself being picked up with River and carried away from that bright sun that gave me hope. Hope that everything would be okay.
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When I wake up, I can feel water dripping down my silver face. How easy would it be to run, and escape, I think, while staring at the small crack in the rock. Behind it is the rising, golden sun, which fills me with memories and sadness. It wouldn't be easy to run, I decide. We'd have to get past Sand. Even if her belly is large with kits, she can fight. And if we did get into a fight, I don't think we'd get away.
My eyes beg me to go back to dreams. But I can't. Every night - the ones I sleep, anyway - are filled with dreams. To most cats, most of my dreams would be normal. Yet I can't get through the ones where I drink milk from our mother's belly or have our father play with us. Not when we've been separated for many seasons. We've always known we'll never see them again, even if we do escape. We'd travel maybe for a few days, and then what? Die of starvation. Smoke would never let us hunt.
I decide to distract myself with my thoughts. River has always said it's almost impossible to actually talk with me, as I'll just start thinking and ignore what she's saying. It's not something I'm proud of, of course.
The thought of running away is always there. Even if it's at the back of my mind, it's still there, and I can't escape from it. Why am I acting like this? I want to leave, I know that. Wouldn't it be better to think of a plan? Suddenly, there's a voice from behind me.
` Feather. It's good to see you awake. ` I spin around and see Sand. Why her? I would love to kill her. I want to destroy the tiny lives inside of her just to make Smoke, her mate, suffer for taking us away from everything we love. But what would we do then? Escape and starve to death? Stay and get killed, painfully? No, we'd rather stay here where at least we're given prey and have eachother.
` Oh... hello, Sand. ` I reply, my voice almost silent as I blink at her. Why would she be talking to me? She's always stayed away from us, mostly because Smoke's terrified of us hurting her.
` Today's going to be quite exciting. For us, anyway. We'll love it. You and... what was her name? River? You'll hate it. ` She grins, her green eyes almost burning my fur. What were they going to do to us? Kill us? For the first time, I think maybe death would be a better option that whatever they're going to do to us. From the way she's speaking, I know it isn't going to be good.
But then I see Smoke staring at me. Grinning, like I'm a mouse caught in a trap and about to be... then I get it. We're going to die, obviously. With Sand's kits about to come any second, there could be too much mouths to feed. And since they don't need us, why would they let us live? I have to tell River, I decide.
` I know what you're thinking. You're going to try and escape with River, aren't you? ` Sand takes a step toward me, and bites into my leg. Blood's dripping down to my paws but then I fall to the stone below me. ` Did you really think we wouldn't think you would try? Mouse-brain. We're going to kill you, send you to that StarClan place your Clan talked about when Smoke attacked them. `
I was in a... Clan? I don't even know what it means, but it might explain why there were so many cats.
I'm not going to cry. I'm not going to try to run, but just stare at them while the life escapes from me. If there really is a StarClan, it might be better than this. Anything would be better than this, now that I'm thinking about it. Why didn't I kill one of them? They might - would - let me die painfully but it seems that now, dying would be better than lying. And I'd make the surviving one suffer.
But I wouldn't be able to do that, now. They'd make sure I couldn't move, couldn't run, couldn't escape. I spot a body disappear inside another crack in the cave walls and I know that Spot's getting River. Spot is Sand and Smoke's first son - his littermates died after they were born, he tells me. We're friends, but we can never talk. He would be punished and I would be killed.
I wonder how they'll kill us. Will they make their son do it? Will he do it? My mind is flooding with questions, and I realize I don't know as much about him as I think. A minute later River and Spot pad out from the den. Both of them are looking tired and miserable - I must look the same.
Me and my sister stand next to eachother, our thick fur touching eachothers. We haven't done this for moons, but in our last moments at least it will give us happiness. Happiness I haven't had since I was a kit. We're led to another cave, one I've never been in before. They, Sand and Smoke, anyway, throw us onto the ground while Spot just looks at us from behind them. He's never looked like this in his life.
` Kill them. ` Smoke sits down, fluffy tail wrapped around his paws, and stares at his son, waiting for him to do it. There's pain in his eyes as he turns to look at us.
` Please. ` I whisper. I don't know if I'm begging him to kill us or let us stay alive, but I don't really care anymore. His chest is barely rising and the world must be ending for him.
His claws unsheath and I know he won't make it painful. As he kills us, he'll say things to us. Good things. About rising suns or swift rabbits that we can hunt in StarClan. If his parents told him about it, anyway.
But he doesn't step towards us. Instead he spins around to look at his mother. Smoke realizes what he's about to do a moment too late. Spot jumps on Sand, and pins her down with his large, powerful paws. She screams, and the sound makes an echo which hurts my ears. He bites in her neck, and I hear a loud crack. Blood is dripping out of her fur, staining the moss she was sitting on red.
Her chest stops rising, and the fear in Smoke's eyes changes to anger. The tiny lives in Sand's belly were destroyed when she died. I can't help it, but I'm glad they're dead. Her kits won't have to live knowing what their family did. But then my happiness changes to panic when Smoke jumps onto his son and opens his belly with one sharp claw. He isn't going to survive, I know. Me and River are still laying on the stone, too shocked to move. But then an almost silent sound escapes Spot's lips as the life drips out from him.
` Run. ` He says. And I can't just let myself die. He murdered his own mother and let his father kill him so we could escape.
So we run.
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Post by Owlmoon on Mar 10, 2017 19:43:35 GMT -5
Can I post?
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Post by уυησ gαѕαι on Mar 11, 2017 5:18:49 GMT -5
Yeah!
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Post by Owlmoon on Mar 11, 2017 10:00:57 GMT -5
ThiS looks good so far!
(Can't wait for chapter one)
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Post by уυησ gαѕαι on Mar 11, 2017 11:29:19 GMT -5
Thanks! Chapter 1 should be out soon, maybe in a day or today.
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Post by уυησ gαѕαι on Mar 11, 2017 19:06:06 GMT -5
Chapter 1's finished!
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Post by [~Ghost Writer~] on Mar 12, 2017 1:47:27 GMT -5
Bookmarked to read later
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Mar 12, 2017 1:49:22 GMT -5
Same.  |
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Post by уυησ gαѕαι on Mar 12, 2017 7:49:12 GMT -5
Thank you!
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Post by Owlmoon on Mar 12, 2017 8:51:51 GMT -5
Already bookmarked and read.
This is great. I've never seen such an intense style. Can't wait for chapter 2!
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Post by уυησ gαѕαι on Mar 12, 2017 9:30:45 GMT -5
Thanks! <3
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Post by Owlmoon on Mar 12, 2017 18:25:55 GMT -5
'Welcome. I looking forward to this.
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