Post by Whiteflash on Jul 3, 2008 7:48:14 GMT -5
A slim cat padded through the dark of the night. Her eyes were a malicious yellow-green, her fur a solid gray. As she padded into rays of moonlight, her bobbed tail and blood stained maw was obvious. She shot her claws out in anticipation. Where were they? She expected one to be out here by now.
Sleep my little darling,
Let your dreams take wing,
Then when you awaken,
You shall feel a king
She sat down, beginning to groom herself in the moon's rays. However, she rotated her ears carefully, attentive for noise. Suddenly, she heard one. It was a faint, shallow breath, but even so, it was a sign. She pricked her ears and widened her eyes. She stared around in the shadows, waiting. "Bloodclan?" She murmured. "Yes."
You may wear your crown crooked,
Or leave it in the dust,
But keep this fact in mind,
Eventually, wear it you must,
Another smooth voice answered. A dark mound jumped down from a fence. The she-cat recognized him. "So, you are Bloodstar I have heard about?" He fit the description. Only, when he looked up, his had crystal-blue, clear eyes, instead of the yellow ones she had heard of. "No." The tom shook his head. "Bloodstar is my father. I am Smoulderheart."
My angel, my sweet,
So young and innocent,
How did I give you,
such malicious intent?
He blinked. "What are you doing here....?" The she-cat grinned. "You can't get my name that easily." Smoulderheart leered back, raising a brow. His face was like a stone. The she cat swept around him, fur brushing against his. "As for what I'm doing here... Oh, just wishing to talk to your... Father." She unsheathed her claws as she came back around to Smoulderheart's face, hooking a claw under his chin. He held her gaze impressively. She looked up at the moon. "So, would you know if your leader would let a cat like me into your clan?" Smoulderheart didn't move his gaze. "We are not a clan."
We walk together,
We sleep together,
And yet our bond,
It seems to whether,
The she-cat nodded understandingly, turning her voice into a pout. "Of course. Because that's what daddy told you to say, isn't it?" He went rigid. Ah. A nerve. "My father does not rule me. Nor you, I'm sure. but if you wish to join this retched place, be my guest!" He spat out the last three words, the fur on the back of his neck rising. His reinforced claws shot out, and the she-cat admired them. "Nice claws, big boy."
Maybe I could have been kinder,
Maybe I could have been more of a father,
But it doesn't seem to help,
When I have to tie you to a tether,
She purred. Smoulderheart didn't move. He slanted his eyes slightly, but not angry. Just bored. The she-cat hissed. How dare he? Her own claws came out, and she poised for a fight. "Huh. I wouldn't fight you." The she-cat purred her words. "Oh, and why not?" Her eyes glinted. "Because I like to fight a challenge. Which you are not." His eyes glinted, and a mischievous smirk spread across his face. "Swampeye."
I release you, you run,
I tie you, you cry,
What shall I do with you?
Until the day you die?
The she-cat, her identity revealed, hissed and skidded around the tom, flying in for a side attack. Smoulderheart bordley side step and kicked out with a hind leg. Swampeye fell sputtering back. "Like I said, a CHALLENGE." He growled. The smirk was still on his face. "However, if you would still like to fight, I wouldn't disagree." Swampeye spat out a few foul words and threw herself in to fight again. Smoulderheart readied himself. She was so inexperienced! And there for, easy prey. His jowls watered as he met her head on, the the battle was on.
Turn tails, my young son.
Live more of your life,
But promise me this,
live no more of it in strife,
Sleep my little darling,
Let your dreams take wing,
Then when you awaken,
You shall feel a king
She sat down, beginning to groom herself in the moon's rays. However, she rotated her ears carefully, attentive for noise. Suddenly, she heard one. It was a faint, shallow breath, but even so, it was a sign. She pricked her ears and widened her eyes. She stared around in the shadows, waiting. "Bloodclan?" She murmured. "Yes."
You may wear your crown crooked,
Or leave it in the dust,
But keep this fact in mind,
Eventually, wear it you must,
Another smooth voice answered. A dark mound jumped down from a fence. The she-cat recognized him. "So, you are Bloodstar I have heard about?" He fit the description. Only, when he looked up, his had crystal-blue, clear eyes, instead of the yellow ones she had heard of. "No." The tom shook his head. "Bloodstar is my father. I am Smoulderheart."
My angel, my sweet,
So young and innocent,
How did I give you,
such malicious intent?
He blinked. "What are you doing here....?" The she-cat grinned. "You can't get my name that easily." Smoulderheart leered back, raising a brow. His face was like a stone. The she cat swept around him, fur brushing against his. "As for what I'm doing here... Oh, just wishing to talk to your... Father." She unsheathed her claws as she came back around to Smoulderheart's face, hooking a claw under his chin. He held her gaze impressively. She looked up at the moon. "So, would you know if your leader would let a cat like me into your clan?" Smoulderheart didn't move his gaze. "We are not a clan."
We walk together,
We sleep together,
And yet our bond,
It seems to whether,
The she-cat nodded understandingly, turning her voice into a pout. "Of course. Because that's what daddy told you to say, isn't it?" He went rigid. Ah. A nerve. "My father does not rule me. Nor you, I'm sure. but if you wish to join this retched place, be my guest!" He spat out the last three words, the fur on the back of his neck rising. His reinforced claws shot out, and the she-cat admired them. "Nice claws, big boy."
Maybe I could have been kinder,
Maybe I could have been more of a father,
But it doesn't seem to help,
When I have to tie you to a tether,
She purred. Smoulderheart didn't move. He slanted his eyes slightly, but not angry. Just bored. The she-cat hissed. How dare he? Her own claws came out, and she poised for a fight. "Huh. I wouldn't fight you." The she-cat purred her words. "Oh, and why not?" Her eyes glinted. "Because I like to fight a challenge. Which you are not." His eyes glinted, and a mischievous smirk spread across his face. "Swampeye."
I release you, you run,
I tie you, you cry,
What shall I do with you?
Until the day you die?
The she-cat, her identity revealed, hissed and skidded around the tom, flying in for a side attack. Smoulderheart bordley side step and kicked out with a hind leg. Swampeye fell sputtering back. "Like I said, a CHALLENGE." He growled. The smirk was still on his face. "However, if you would still like to fight, I wouldn't disagree." Swampeye spat out a few foul words and threw herself in to fight again. Smoulderheart readied himself. She was so inexperienced! And there for, easy prey. His jowls watered as he met her head on, the the battle was on.
Turn tails, my young son.
Live more of your life,
But promise me this,
live no more of it in strife,