Post by Miss Tactical on Feb 13, 2018 21:26:58 GMT
The She-cat sat there in a stoic pose. Her eyes considering the distance. Her ears flicked back and forth as crickets chirped and danced whimsically around her paws. She had given up her past life of a loner to a new life. A life that involved comradery with others, hunting, defending, protecting others besides her immediate family. Her eyes narrowed slightly as one paw stepped on the border between her current life and her old one. It was amusing how one line…a line that was invisible separated her present and future from her past.
She was just like her father. The one cat she had promised she wouldn’t be she was mirroring. Her father had abandoned her mother before they were even born. Here she stood, doing the exact same thing. She had left her brother and mother behind without a word. Featherclaw let out a soft sight before turning around ever so slowly. As she did so, she came nose to nose with a lean brown tom his expression was vivid. He had a large leering smile scored across his muzzle. She took a few spaces backwards as she narrowed her eyes. Had he followed her out here?
“HA! Once a loner always a loner. Mothstar probably shouldn’t have invited you to join us”
His words rang through her ears, and was cold as ice. His tone was menacing and dark as if there was something hidden behind it. Perhaps she was reading into it a bit too much. Featherclaw lost her focus just for a moment before flexing letting the tom know that he wasn’t superior over her. She was not beneath him.
“My lineage, and past do not make me disloyal to the family who took me in Weasletooth. Let’s not have a repeat of when we first met.”
Her tone was snarky. Very unlike her for the most part. She knew she had hit a nerve. His brown fur was slightly raised, and claws were kneading the ground. Would he attack her? Surely not as they were clan mates. Part of her wished she could take her words back but it was too late. Her and Weasletooth had never gotten along. He was always trying to make her look weak, to make her look like a nobody. It had been this way since the day she accepted the invitation to join MothClan. Now here he stood, he had motive to hurt her.
“If you will excuse me Weaslestar, I need to finish my rounds before sunrise.”
Featherclaw shouldered past the tom making sure there was contact. She heard a disgruntled breath from him as she walked along. Her back was turned, she was vulnerable. She did not show weakness only confidence and Weasletooth did absolutely nothing. She took one long last look over the border and into the uncharted territory. Was Brody out there? Was he alive? Did her mother and brother miss her? Maybe Weasletooth was right…once a loner always a loner. Would she ever fit in with these cats?