Post by GnawingOnIce on Dec 26, 2018 4:39:11 GMT
This is it.
((OOC: A noncanon story of my (older, in this) boy, Murk, causing some havoc!
Just a small warning, though I’m not sure it’s needed, there is a dead cat in this and blood.))
The dream was a pleasant one. It was just him and the clouds rippling across the baby blue sky and the expanse of flowers gently swaying with the breeze all around him. He breathed in the fresh air and relished in the wind ruffling his fur, grinning. If only all his dreams could be like this one. A soft sound reached his ears; like a drop of water that would send ripples across a pond.
His smile faltered. He had heard that sound before; where had he heard it before? It was on the tip of his tongue- and then there it was again, only louder. It was shrieking and screaming and yowling, all in distress. He violently flinched, getting to his paws and looking around, frantic, for the source. His cream-tabby fur bristled in alarm until finally-
“Coyote!” A soft, familiar voice whispered in his ear. Coyote’s eyes shot open and he jerked awake, breathing heavily from his dream. The shouts were still here, in the waking world. His green eyes met with the round, aqua ones of his mate, Cloud.
“Cloud.” Coyote breathed her name in relief. His neck reached in an attempt to look around her to see exactly what everyone was panicking about. “What’s all the fuss about?”
Cloud’s eyes were troubled, the fur above them furrowed. “Oh, it’s terrible. Lake, one of the prey-hunters, she- well… you’re going to have to see for yourself.”
It was Coyote’s turn to furrow the fur above his eyes. He stood and padded around the smaller cat, eyes fixed on the cats that stood in the dappled sunlight under the tree that towered over their home. They all- well, most of the them- had their gazes fixated on The Ancient Ancestor.
After glancing around at the gathered cats and stepping into the dappled sunlight himself, Coyote’s eyes followed everyone else’s. What he saw at the top of the Ancestor made him want to hurl.
Lake, a quiet but friendly prey-hunter, was draped across the Ancestor’s head. Her body was decorated in wounds, a noticeably large gash in her stomach and another across her throat. Her eyes were wide and frozen in horror, her mouth also frozen mid-scream. Lake had lost a decent amount of blood from these wounds, which dripped and slithered down the Ancestor. The usual golden shine of it had now been ruined by her blood.
Coyote’s fur bristled and his eyes grew wide at the sight of his Tribemate. He felt his stomach churn and had to stumble out of the camp quickly, into Deepwood. He simply could not stand the sight.
He made sure not to go far and stopped after he was a good ways away from camp, sitting down. The scent of the pine forest calmed his senses. He wasn’t sure if he would be able to go back to camp with Lake, dead, at the top of the Ancestor.
The cream tabby tom breathed in the air deeply, calming himself further. Though the fur on the back of his neck still pricked. Was someone watching him?
Indeed, two eyes watched him closely. One gold and one hazel eyed Coyote. They had watched him flee from the camp at the sight of his beloved Tribemate. And had enjoyed the show. The black and cream furred tom had enjoyed watching the panic he had caused.
Yes, he had purposefully placed Lake atop the Ancestor. His Clanmates back home were complaining and had grown annoying so he figured he’d busy himself elsewhere. When Coyote’s eyes nearly met his he turned and slid further into the shrubbery; he couldn’t be seen. The tom turned and started back to his own home. He hoped, because of his doings, that his own precious Clanmates would soon be attacked. The Tribe couldn’t just stand by, could they? They’d assume this was the Clan’s doing and would attack again.
Murk smiled to himself. This would be fun to watch.
((OOC: A noncanon story of my (older, in this) boy, Murk, causing some havoc!
Just a small warning, though I’m not sure it’s needed, there is a dead cat in this and blood.))The dream was a pleasant one. It was just him and the clouds rippling across the baby blue sky and the expanse of flowers gently swaying with the breeze all around him. He breathed in the fresh air and relished in the wind ruffling his fur, grinning. If only all his dreams could be like this one. A soft sound reached his ears; like a drop of water that would send ripples across a pond.
His smile faltered. He had heard that sound before; where had he heard it before? It was on the tip of his tongue- and then there it was again, only louder. It was shrieking and screaming and yowling, all in distress. He violently flinched, getting to his paws and looking around, frantic, for the source. His cream-tabby fur bristled in alarm until finally-
“Coyote!” A soft, familiar voice whispered in his ear. Coyote’s eyes shot open and he jerked awake, breathing heavily from his dream. The shouts were still here, in the waking world. His green eyes met with the round, aqua ones of his mate, Cloud.
“Cloud.” Coyote breathed her name in relief. His neck reached in an attempt to look around her to see exactly what everyone was panicking about. “What’s all the fuss about?”
Cloud’s eyes were troubled, the fur above them furrowed. “Oh, it’s terrible. Lake, one of the prey-hunters, she- well… you’re going to have to see for yourself.”
It was Coyote’s turn to furrow the fur above his eyes. He stood and padded around the smaller cat, eyes fixed on the cats that stood in the dappled sunlight under the tree that towered over their home. They all- well, most of the them- had their gazes fixated on The Ancient Ancestor.
After glancing around at the gathered cats and stepping into the dappled sunlight himself, Coyote’s eyes followed everyone else’s. What he saw at the top of the Ancestor made him want to hurl.
Lake, a quiet but friendly prey-hunter, was draped across the Ancestor’s head. Her body was decorated in wounds, a noticeably large gash in her stomach and another across her throat. Her eyes were wide and frozen in horror, her mouth also frozen mid-scream. Lake had lost a decent amount of blood from these wounds, which dripped and slithered down the Ancestor. The usual golden shine of it had now been ruined by her blood.
Coyote’s fur bristled and his eyes grew wide at the sight of his Tribemate. He felt his stomach churn and had to stumble out of the camp quickly, into Deepwood. He simply could not stand the sight.
He made sure not to go far and stopped after he was a good ways away from camp, sitting down. The scent of the pine forest calmed his senses. He wasn’t sure if he would be able to go back to camp with Lake, dead, at the top of the Ancestor.
The cream tabby tom breathed in the air deeply, calming himself further. Though the fur on the back of his neck still pricked. Was someone watching him?
Indeed, two eyes watched him closely. One gold and one hazel eyed Coyote. They had watched him flee from the camp at the sight of his beloved Tribemate. And had enjoyed the show. The black and cream furred tom had enjoyed watching the panic he had caused.
Yes, he had purposefully placed Lake atop the Ancestor. His Clanmates back home were complaining and had grown annoying so he figured he’d busy himself elsewhere. When Coyote’s eyes nearly met his he turned and slid further into the shrubbery; he couldn’t be seen. The tom turned and started back to his own home. He hoped, because of his doings, that his own precious Clanmates would soon be attacked. The Tribe couldn’t just stand by, could they? They’d assume this was the Clan’s doing and would attack again.
Murk smiled to himself. This would be fun to watch.
