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Post by Deleted on Apr 23, 2019 17:15:04 GMT
Frost, a jet black she-cat with sky blue eyes, sat up in her makeshift den, yawning. She peered out of the den and the morning light shone into her eyes. She squinted and stood up, her head thudding on the roof of the bramble den. Hissing under her breath, she slipped outside and stretched, yawning again. The memory of what happened last moon lingered in her brain and the painful thought of it was almost unbearable. She needed to find something to distract her from it... an escape.
Frost stalked away from the small clearing inside a patch of trees and made her way through the rolling meadows towards the apple grove. She bunched up her muscles and shot upwards, landing atop one of the lower branches. It was the beginning of Leaf-fall and the leaves were already starting to turn color and a few were beginning to gather at the foot of the trunk. Many apples had fallen as well, and a few rotten ones were strewn around the trees. It was a beautiful morning, and the sun had just risen higher above the horizon after a stunning sunrise. Nothing could really spoil this moment, but it always seemed to go wrong for Frost, and she rarely had a moment to enjoy. She sat with her back against the trunk, sighing contently. It didn't last very long, and a loud crack startled her from her relaxed mood. She jumped up in surprise and almost slipped off the branch. She used her strong arms to hold herself up. Another earsplitting crack and the branch shook. Frost bunched up her muscles again to leap down off the tree, but just as she was about to throw herself off the branch collapsed and she tumbled to the ground.
The wind had knocked out of her, but she stood up swiftly and pulled herself free from the wreckage. That was enjoyable. Frost grumbled as she stepped further away and regained regular breathing. Padding past the line of trees, she found herself standing before the mouth of a giant natural tunnel. Not this place again. She turned to leave, but something stopped her. She didn't know why but all of a sudden she was padding further into the tunnel and down the side exit and finally arrived in the secret clearing. Memories flooded in, good and bad, but she shook it off angrily. I'm no softy. Why should I care anyhow? I don't care. She told herself harshly.
Suddenly, she caught the scent of many cats. Frost spun around but there was nobody there. The scent was coming from every direction and just as she was about to sprint away from the awful place, a small feline padded out of hiding.
"Hello?" It was a scrawny cream colored she-cat, with a nasty gash across the side of her belly and big, troubled eyes. "Who are you?"
Frost pinned her ears and greeted the cat with a snarl. "Why should you care?" She lashed her tail back and forth.
As soon as she had spoken, about a dozen or more thin and lanky cats popped out of bushes or jumped from trees. They padded closer uncertainly, but one tall tomcat marched right towards Frost. "Who are you?" He repeated the she-cat's question in a strange tone that sounded like he was trying to hide his fear. His bright green eyes looked wistful and his orange tabby pelt was unkept.
Frost, however, had no need to be afraid. The cats surrounding her were all bone-thin and exhausted, yet she felt energy and strength surging through her. She knew she could get away if needed, and the others were in no condition for a chase. "I'm Frost." She replied in an level tone.
The tomcat tried to look intimidating, but it did not work out very well. "Well, Frost, this is our land. You are not welcome here."
Frost narrowed her eyes. "And why not? You all look like your a bunch of rogues like myself. Why the mistrust?" She sneered.
"It is no concern of yours." He hissed cooly. "Honeydew, Robin, escort her."
The she-cat from the beginning padded over to Frost's left side, and a bulky red-brown tomcat with beady black eyes padded to her right side. They both responded to their leader in unison: "Yes, Stoneteller."
The two cats tried to direct Frost to the tunnel exit but she just snorted with laughter and remained still. "You really think you can just "escort" me? I don't see the problem here." She was beginning to get annoyed. Why couldn't they just leave her be?
"I said take her away." Stoneteller repeated with a slight hint of fear in his voice. He was trying to remain in the position of power, and it already seemed like some of the cats gathered did not like him very much. Honeydew seemed to be listening out of fear, yet the bulky cat called Robin remained expressionless. Frost's eyes darted from left to right, trying to find a quick escape route. The cats on either side of her shoved her around and towards the tunnel.
"You're starting to bug me." Frost snapped and leapt over the Stoneteller. The cats let out worried cries as everyone scrambled after her. "This is just perfect." She watched as a few large cats soared over and tackled her. All she could feel and see was claws and teeth, and the stench of blood rose into her nostrils. She tumbled over with her attackers covering her and thrashed. Well this is sure fair. She thought as a fifth cat leapt onto the mass. Frost bunched up her muscles and launched away from them, but turned around swiftly and leapt back. She tackled Robin and clawed him until submission, then pulled another cat off her and bit it's neck until it stopped squirming, then two more launched at her but she batted them away with her paws and raked her claws along their stomachs. The last cat hesitated, but charged her head-on. She stepped sideways and he catapulted into the water behind them.The four other cats lay strewn around her, some not moving, some barely moving, and the rest of the cats held back.
"Who are you?" Stoneteller cried, eyes wide with fear.
The pitch-black she-cat stepped over the body of the cream colored she-cat who lay quivering. "I told you already." She snapped icily. "I'm Frost."
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Frost stalked away from the small clearing inside a patch of trees and made her way through the rolling meadows towards the apple grove. She bunched up her muscles and shot upwards, landing atop one of the lower branches. It was the beginning of Leaf-fall and the leaves were already starting to turn color and a few were beginning to gather at the foot of the trunk. Many apples had fallen as well, and a few rotten ones were strewn around the trees. It was a beautiful morning, and the sun had just risen higher above the horizon after a stunning sunrise. Nothing could really spoil this moment, but it always seemed to go wrong for Frost, and she rarely had a moment to enjoy. She sat with her back against the trunk, sighing contently. It didn't last very long, and a loud crack startled her from her relaxed mood. She jumped up in surprise and almost slipped off the branch. She used her strong arms to hold herself up. Another earsplitting crack and the branch shook. Frost bunched up her muscles again to leap down off the tree, but just as she was about to throw herself off the branch collapsed and she tumbled to the ground.
The wind had knocked out of her, but she stood up swiftly and pulled herself free from the wreckage. That was enjoyable. Frost grumbled as she stepped further away and regained regular breathing. Padding past the line of trees, she found herself standing before the mouth of a giant natural tunnel. Not this place again. She turned to leave, but something stopped her. She didn't know why but all of a sudden she was padding further into the tunnel and down the side exit and finally arrived in the secret clearing. Memories flooded in, good and bad, but she shook it off angrily. I'm no softy. Why should I care anyhow? I don't care. She told herself harshly.
Suddenly, she caught the scent of many cats. Frost spun around but there was nobody there. The scent was coming from every direction and just as she was about to sprint away from the awful place, a small feline padded out of hiding.
"Hello?" It was a scrawny cream colored she-cat, with a nasty gash across the side of her belly and big, troubled eyes. "Who are you?"
Frost pinned her ears and greeted the cat with a snarl. "Why should you care?" She lashed her tail back and forth.
As soon as she had spoken, about a dozen or more thin and lanky cats popped out of bushes or jumped from trees. They padded closer uncertainly, but one tall tomcat marched right towards Frost. "Who are you?" He repeated the she-cat's question in a strange tone that sounded like he was trying to hide his fear. His bright green eyes looked wistful and his orange tabby pelt was unkept.
Frost, however, had no need to be afraid. The cats surrounding her were all bone-thin and exhausted, yet she felt energy and strength surging through her. She knew she could get away if needed, and the others were in no condition for a chase. "I'm Frost." She replied in an level tone.
The tomcat tried to look intimidating, but it did not work out very well. "Well, Frost, this is our land. You are not welcome here."
Frost narrowed her eyes. "And why not? You all look like your a bunch of rogues like myself. Why the mistrust?" She sneered.
"It is no concern of yours." He hissed cooly. "Honeydew, Robin, escort her."
The she-cat from the beginning padded over to Frost's left side, and a bulky red-brown tomcat with beady black eyes padded to her right side. They both responded to their leader in unison: "Yes, Stoneteller."
The two cats tried to direct Frost to the tunnel exit but she just snorted with laughter and remained still. "You really think you can just "escort" me? I don't see the problem here." She was beginning to get annoyed. Why couldn't they just leave her be?
"I said take her away." Stoneteller repeated with a slight hint of fear in his voice. He was trying to remain in the position of power, and it already seemed like some of the cats gathered did not like him very much. Honeydew seemed to be listening out of fear, yet the bulky cat called Robin remained expressionless. Frost's eyes darted from left to right, trying to find a quick escape route. The cats on either side of her shoved her around and towards the tunnel.
"You're starting to bug me." Frost snapped and leapt over the Stoneteller. The cats let out worried cries as everyone scrambled after her. "This is just perfect." She watched as a few large cats soared over and tackled her. All she could feel and see was claws and teeth, and the stench of blood rose into her nostrils. She tumbled over with her attackers covering her and thrashed. Well this is sure fair. She thought as a fifth cat leapt onto the mass. Frost bunched up her muscles and launched away from them, but turned around swiftly and leapt back. She tackled Robin and clawed him until submission, then pulled another cat off her and bit it's neck until it stopped squirming, then two more launched at her but she batted them away with her paws and raked her claws along their stomachs. The last cat hesitated, but charged her head-on. She stepped sideways and he catapulted into the water behind them.The four other cats lay strewn around her, some not moving, some barely moving, and the rest of the cats held back.
"Who are you?" Stoneteller cried, eyes wide with fear.
The pitch-black she-cat stepped over the body of the cream colored she-cat who lay quivering. "I told you already." She snapped icily. "I'm Frost."
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