Post by mewmehh on Aug 23, 2018 22:07:13 GMT
Silvery starspray sparkled angrily across the expanse of the long sky, awash with rose light and lilac, dewy clouds as a sleek form slunk through the long grass below. A sweet-scented, strawberry dystopia stretched out as far as any eye could see, and a particular set of petal-laden eyes could see farther than any others in such a place.
A bone-white smile sliced across a sandy face as Flowereyes ceased her skulking to drape herself across a thick patch of dark clover. Her lean and elegant body was cupped by the indigo leaves, their softness pressed into the ground by her lithe shape as her eyes twinkled. It was a delightful feeling, even this, to crush something so menial and worthless as a tuft of plants. What a thought, that even the land around them could have their lives snuffed out just as a cat or mouse. One just had to be clever enough in their killings, and it made the dusty tabby snicker, her delicate feature contorting into a grueling grin. But even so, it wasn't as if these clovers were really dying. After all, wasn't everything in her world already dead?
Even so, the she-cat had better things to do than crush clover. A most delectable visitor had made it's way to the clans' new territories- yes, she was aware of their new choice of home and wasn't at all impressed. There, it seemed none had knowledge of her most treasured Silver Vine by how frazzled Mistclan's actions all had been, but Flowereyes knew better. She was better, after all. Such an exotic and floral scent was hard to miss and pulled her from her lulled slumber of however many moons it had been since she had last roamed the tainted ethereal earth of the Dark Forest.
Silver Vine was such a queer and misunderstood herb and one that Flowereyes cherished more in life anything else short of her pride. The mere scent could affect most cats and a single sprig could completely warp their perspectives. It could choke the life from even trees and bring upon the entire destruction of a forest if it so pleased, and a clever enough cat with just enough mettle could manipulate it to procure whatever they so desired. And Flowereyes desired control.
A little, sweet scent unlike her flowering herbs wafted across her scent glands and a knowing look crossed her face. A few sweet strangers had once again wandered too far from their dreamland and happened upon her world. With an elegant sweep of her tail, the silken, sandy tabby spun on her heels and strode across the dark green fields, not minding the soft squelches and oozing red pools of all the strawberries she crushed in her wake.
A bone-white smile sliced across a sandy face as Flowereyes ceased her skulking to drape herself across a thick patch of dark clover. Her lean and elegant body was cupped by the indigo leaves, their softness pressed into the ground by her lithe shape as her eyes twinkled. It was a delightful feeling, even this, to crush something so menial and worthless as a tuft of plants. What a thought, that even the land around them could have their lives snuffed out just as a cat or mouse. One just had to be clever enough in their killings, and it made the dusty tabby snicker, her delicate feature contorting into a grueling grin. But even so, it wasn't as if these clovers were really dying. After all, wasn't everything in her world already dead?
Even so, the she-cat had better things to do than crush clover. A most delectable visitor had made it's way to the clans' new territories- yes, she was aware of their new choice of home and wasn't at all impressed. There, it seemed none had knowledge of her most treasured Silver Vine by how frazzled Mistclan's actions all had been, but Flowereyes knew better. She was better, after all. Such an exotic and floral scent was hard to miss and pulled her from her lulled slumber of however many moons it had been since she had last roamed the tainted ethereal earth of the Dark Forest.
Silver Vine was such a queer and misunderstood herb and one that Flowereyes cherished more in life anything else short of her pride. The mere scent could affect most cats and a single sprig could completely warp their perspectives. It could choke the life from even trees and bring upon the entire destruction of a forest if it so pleased, and a clever enough cat with just enough mettle could manipulate it to procure whatever they so desired. And Flowereyes desired control.
A little, sweet scent unlike her flowering herbs wafted across her scent glands and a knowing look crossed her face. A few sweet strangers had once again wandered too far from their dreamland and happened upon her world. With an elegant sweep of her tail, the silken, sandy tabby spun on her heels and strode across the dark green fields, not minding the soft squelches and oozing red pools of all the strawberries she crushed in her wake.