Post by ladyspectral on Apr 20, 2018 2:50:20 GMT
The she cat was old, and had no business being outside of her camp. But there she was, wandering the outskirts of her territory. Madness had settled into her mind, barely recognizing the clan mates she had once known so well. She no longer told stories to the kits that that once visited her semi frequently, instead babbling jumbled sentences with no purpose. Her ghosts finally surfaced, asking for the cats she hadn't spoken of in many moons. Birdflight, Rabbitpelt, Smallbriar. She didn't know where she was anymore.
Her wandering grew more frequent, and she was gone for longer and longer each time. Sometimes she returned with prey, sometimes with nothing clutched in her jaws. She couldn't find them, Pinetail and Lizardpaw. They were buried somewhere among the trees, but she couldn't find where she left them so many moons ago. Briarpaw was somewhere in twolegplace, she just had to find him again. She missed her son. Her heart ached more than her old joints. She wanted her family back. She wanted to find Smallbriar and Briarpaw, bring them home.
Doeleap barely heard the crunching of leaves behind her, her hearing had dulled with her age and faded with the slow passing of seasons. She did feel paws against her back, and she felt herself slam into the ground with a sharp gasp. Sharp claws, impossibly sharp claws, dug into her shoulders and raked gashes in them as she thrashed. Her muscles had softened over the years, there was no denying that. She had grown weak, as all cats do with age.
Sharp teeth dug into the scruff of her neck, and she was torn off her belly and onto her back. She stared into the hateful face of a green eyed cat, fur mostly white with ginger patches. Never had she seen so much hate in a cat's face. Her dull claws dug into the rogue's shoulders an a desperate attempt to free herself, a yowl of panic escaping the tabby elder.
The next thing she felt was a sharp pain, terrible pain, rip across her throat. Warmth spread from the open wound, and Doeleap choked. The rogue released her prey, moving back quickly.
A familiar scent filled her nose, and a familiar purr resounded in her ears. She could almost see a familiar brown spotted pelt, her long lost love. Something stirred at her belly, the feeling of kits curled against her fur she had missed for moons.
The sounds and sights of the forest finally ebbed away, leaving nothing behind.
Her wandering grew more frequent, and she was gone for longer and longer each time. Sometimes she returned with prey, sometimes with nothing clutched in her jaws. She couldn't find them, Pinetail and Lizardpaw. They were buried somewhere among the trees, but she couldn't find where she left them so many moons ago. Briarpaw was somewhere in twolegplace, she just had to find him again. She missed her son. Her heart ached more than her old joints. She wanted her family back. She wanted to find Smallbriar and Briarpaw, bring them home.
Doeleap barely heard the crunching of leaves behind her, her hearing had dulled with her age and faded with the slow passing of seasons. She did feel paws against her back, and she felt herself slam into the ground with a sharp gasp. Sharp claws, impossibly sharp claws, dug into her shoulders and raked gashes in them as she thrashed. Her muscles had softened over the years, there was no denying that. She had grown weak, as all cats do with age.
Sharp teeth dug into the scruff of her neck, and she was torn off her belly and onto her back. She stared into the hateful face of a green eyed cat, fur mostly white with ginger patches. Never had she seen so much hate in a cat's face. Her dull claws dug into the rogue's shoulders an a desperate attempt to free herself, a yowl of panic escaping the tabby elder.
The next thing she felt was a sharp pain, terrible pain, rip across her throat. Warmth spread from the open wound, and Doeleap choked. The rogue released her prey, moving back quickly.
A familiar scent filled her nose, and a familiar purr resounded in her ears. She could almost see a familiar brown spotted pelt, her long lost love. Something stirred at her belly, the feeling of kits curled against her fur she had missed for moons.
The sounds and sights of the forest finally ebbed away, leaving nothing behind.