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Post by Waterfrost on Dec 7, 2010 22:56:30 GMT -5
A soft, crisp wind rustled the bright green grass around the beach. The sound was barely audible as it flew through the fur of a cat, never enough to send her stirring. It was just a gentle, fall breeze. This is what the white tabby heard. She noticed the little things around her, and why not? It’s not like she had anyone to talk to, for she was disgusting and unimportant to everyone. The rather small, pretty white she-cat timidly sat at the edge of the water, a couple fox-lengths away from a group of cats with her gray striped tail wrapped securely around her silver paws.
Wolf Who Hunts At Night’s nearly shredded left ear twitched at the discussion going on, her pale blue eyes studying her tribe mates. The nearly ghostly appearance her slim, gray-white pelt wasn’t enough to distract a cat from that ear or any of her other scars. Not only was her left ear almost gone, but her right ear was close to falling off too. Long, gory wounds had brought upon her visible scars on her fragile-looking body. Multiple were clumped together on her neck, another across her back, and many others attempting to hide in her fur, but they were seen whenever a wind blew.
It wasn’t fair. How come I had to be the one who was nearly eaten by wolves? Her heart ached and twisted at the thought of her sister. Silver hated her. She absolutely hated her. Why? Why did she hate her? She had never explained her reasons. It hurt Wolf to know that the only kin she had that should care about her wishes she were dead every time she sees her.
She snapped her head up at the sound of talk about the new to-be stone-teller. As a good tribe-mate, she should have felt happy for the she-cat and wished her good luck the day she was chosen....but she couldn’t. It wasn’t just because she hid herself away from others and others rejected her. It was just....everything was happening all so fast. The previous stone-teller had been the cat who had taken her into the Tribe of Endless Ocean. He had given her a home and saved her from dying that dreadful fall. Gulping for air in the midst of her sorrows, Wolf dashed away from the other cats and over to the cave where her nest was…the place where she had sat a moment ago showing no signs of her ever having been there.
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Post by ~Ravenpaw~ on Dec 7, 2010 23:16:13 GMT -5
Silver steps in white River was the name she was given, she prefered to be called Silver though above all or if anything else River. Silver's lean form is always easilt notciable thanks to her fur. The beautiful she-cat was a dark silver colour with lovely white streaks running through her fur like that of a rivers's. Her eyes a fetching dark blue colour that could lure any tom in. Lovely in shape and beauty but powerful in her fighting skills. Silver was always strong, and she was also always head-strong a stubborn, something she gained from her mother.
Ah yes her Mother, her mother just happened to also be Wolf's mother and for that she was deeply angered at the topic. Wolf being her sister which she well... she utterly hated her only sister Wolf who hunts at Night. She doesn't really have a reason, she just kinda was mad at her since they were kits, she grown to believe it was Wolf's fault that their mother hated them, but Silver had known her longer and had been abused and abandoned by her and couldn't help but blame Wolf for it. Always abused, all the time everyday, the pain the torment. It was all Wolf's fault!
All of it everything. 'Don't blame anyone it's all your fault both of you' her mother always said, but she knew deep down she was only talking to Wolf. Only her. Silver grew up though, after her being abandoned at such a young age. She was only six moons when she was left to die. But she didn't die, she grew up stronger and stronger, more powerful by the growing days. And now here she was. She was loyal to he tribe, despite her hatred of her sister she had to admit she does live happily when she doesn't see Wolf. Silver smirked a bit, her sister was now ignored and mostly hated by the tribe, Silver herself had help spread rumors around about it, geez how gossip travels fast around here. Silver glanced over and seen Wolf, she frowned upon the sight of her and swiftly moved away.
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Post by Waterfrost on Dec 20, 2010 23:35:29 GMT -5
Trekking up the upward path to the caves, the soft wind cruelly ruffled Wolf's white fur, revealing many scars beneath it. The white tabby shivered slightly, cautiously glancing around herself by barely moving her head. There was no one in sight except.....Silver steps in white River, the brilliant prey-hunter, the strong one, the 'most beautiful cat in all the tribe,' but above all....her sister.
Wolf was a skilled prey-hunter, after all she had been mentored by one of the most skilled prey-hunters, but no one took notice of it. She liked to think no prey could withstand her, but because of Silver's success and the fact that all the other cats saw was a portion of what Wolf caught (all of the members of the patrol helped carry all prey), she was seen as average, if even.
The white she-cat witnessed the strong prey-hunter, who made her feel weak and wasted, as she swiftly moved away from the caves. Wolf sighed. She had hoped she would be able to chat with her sister. The other she-cat may have been stronger than her and was accepted by the tribe, but she possessed great strength in a different form....
Why was Silver full of such hatred toward her? She could understand her anger towards their parents for abandoning them, but why was she, Wolf, to be tortured by her own kin? It made more sense to stick together than to fight, didn't it?
It was this that she thought as she felt her face squish into something dark and soft. Hmm....it reminded her of kithood and warmth, the feeling she got when she laid in her warm nest, full of fresh-kill, and all of the joys she got from swimming and hunting....but as she opened her eyes, she saw she was mistaken. What was waiting for her was not a warm nest, but her tormentor, one of the cats' love she craved for. Flinching back, Wolf who Hunts at Night gazed at the gray and silver tabby in front of her. "I--I'm--I'm sorry." She could have kicked herself for stammering in front of her own sister! Keep calm! Shaking her fur in an attempt to cover up the scars left visible by the wind, the white prey-hunter's pale blue eyes kept steady as she waited for the wrath of the cat before her to attack. |
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Post by ~Ravenpaw~ on Jan 3, 2011 21:32:08 GMT -5
Silver steps in white rivers scowl worsened as wolf began to move closer. What could she want? To Talk? She better not! The she-cat got closer and closer. What part of Silver hates her didn't she understand. It wasn't a hate that would just go away with a sweet smile and a kind 'I'm sorry' NO! Wolf didn't have a clue what she had done, what she did. Abandoning Silver to suffer her mother's wrath, those painful beatings after beatings. Underneath her beautiful silky silver fur with white-tiger stripes, lay a waste of scars, hidden nicely, so much so you couldn't really tell they were there.
Silver frowned even more, 'Your nothing, you and your fox-dung sister, I wanted you both gone!' her mother hissed angrily batting her roughly with her paw, the tiny silver kit flinched in pain. It wasn't her fault, it was Wolf's. Wolf's fault, Wolf's fault all Wolf's fault, not hers! What has she done wrong? Nothing! Silver did nothing! It was all Wolf's fault and she wouldn't even admit it!
Stammering? Scared? GOOD she better be afraid! "And you think that makes it all better?" Silver hissed her fur bristling slightly as she did, she thought swiftly of more rumors to spread, oh the sweet irony of revenge.
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