Post by Dragon on Jul 21, 2009 4:38:20 GMT -5
A clump of silver fur. That's the first thing any cat could see until the slender she-cat stepped away from the tree's, out into the clearing. She felt the wind against her fur, smiling as it blew her fur back. She loved the feeling, never had been one to enjoy the mud on your pelt. The horror of cleaning yourself! She sat down, smiling as she enjoyed the windy day. Although it seemed cold, this cat, Snow on Fallen Branch, would never care.
Wind Chaser white paws plodded softly on the grassy plain at the base if the mountain. The feathery grass brushed against his pelt as the fronds began to thin out into a hard flat of stones. Subconsciously he licked the pad of his paw, the tabby and white never enjoyed getting the soles of his pads jabbed by shards of stones. Though, he continued on at a steady trot. He would would climb up the sharpest, steepest mountain to visit the tribe, and one cat especially. A smile flitted across his face briefly before a rock pierced his pad without mercy. Wind Chaser stumbled and fell onto his face, stifling a cry of pain. He scrambled up not bothering to look at his damaged paw. All he did was limp at a quick pace. Soon, he had reached the crest and the tribe lands were in his sights.
Snow recognized the familiar face of Wind Chaser, and she sighed unhappily as he approached her. She had been not wanting this day to come, but she knew it would one day. Slowly and steadily, the kit-mother approached her mate, looking at him as she was just a few meters from her love. Her face was grim as she looked at him, and her whiskers twitched sadly. She sat down, trying to gather the courage to speak.
The tom sat down not speaking. He sensed a tension thick enough to set a wall between them. Slowly, the loner licked his torn paw. Without knowing, he toyed with the rock that stuck between his toes. His misty green eyes diverted from hers as if he expected a lash of a whip to come across his face if he looked at her. Wind Chaser swallowed hard, and looked into her green eyes. "Is there...something...wrong?" He asked warily.
Snow sighed, looking up at Wind Chaser, her heart sinking as she began to let her heart speak. "Wind Chaser, I love you, I truly do, but I fear I cannot be with you. You are rarely ever here with the kits, and you wont even join the Tribe to be with me!" Her voice turned from sad to angry in a fraction of a second, and her mouth began to form a snarl. "Your not even around to watch your kits grow up! When Fire, Sun and Silver became apprentices! A REAL mate would be a father! Watch their kits grow up, NOT run off!" She snarled.
Wind Chaser stumbled back placing his entire weight on his injured paw sending waved of pain through his leg. His misty green eyes widened with shock, but not surprise. A grim ghost of a smile wavered on his face, he sighed as if knowing this day would come. His voice was a barely audible whisper, "Somehow...Snow, I knew this was going to happen." It seemed as his his calm eye twitched, "And I understand..." He choked out, but everything from his rigid body to his gritted teeth screamed he didn't.
"I am sorry, Wind Chaser. But I cannot be with someone who will not be with me, and their kits. I feel like you've abandoned me." She hissed. Snow turned away from him, feeling grim about this, but knowing she needed a mate to be with her. "Goodbye, my beloved." She whispered, beginning to walk away.
The brown and white cat sat frozen. A steady quivering had captured his body. Suddenly, a pained yowl blew through his lips. His paw seemed like no more painful then a lick by a mother's tongue. But his heart was being torn from his body one chunk at a time. "What do you expect from me? I can't be a tribe cat..." He cried out, "I wish I was better...but I'm not.." His voice trailed off it a agonizing wail.
"Why cant you?!" Snow snapped, turning around. Her fur was raised, and her tail fluffed up as if she wished nothing more then to claw this cat for his, as it seemed to her, carelessness. She glared at him, her eyes narrowed. Her claws were un-sheathed, and she snarled.
He limped backwards growling, "When I was a kit I lived as a kittypet." His meow was slow, and quiet, "I lived with a two-leg who loved cats. She had so many cats one could barely breath." The fur on the nape of his neck bristled at the memory of the cramped and stuffy rooms. "We didn't get to go outside, I was born into the hell hole. And you ask why I can't be with other cats..." His eyes grew wide suddenly, and flames leaped where clouds of indifference normally were. "You can't imagine why I could never live with so many cats, let alone in a cave!" His voice was a high pitch growl.
"That's no reason! That's why you SHOULD wish to be with me! You lived all cramped up, now was a chance for freedom!" She spat, about to claw him. "Your no longer there! No longer a caged bird! Your FREE, FREE to be with me!"
"Some things leave scars!" His face twitched and his flank quivered. "I am so sorry, but I can't change how I was molded as a kitten." He blinked rapidly trying to avoid the pained tears, "But I can't change myself, I would be miserable in a tribe... I want to care for you but I want to be cared about to!"
"Then goodbye, Wind Chaser." Snow growled, walking away from him. She glared at tangle. "No." She spat painfully.
Wind Chaser let out a quavering breathe. "Goodbye..." He whispered, and he turned painfully, his paw screamed with every paw step but he didn't limp and he didn't look back.
Wind Chaser white paws plodded softly on the grassy plain at the base if the mountain. The feathery grass brushed against his pelt as the fronds began to thin out into a hard flat of stones. Subconsciously he licked the pad of his paw, the tabby and white never enjoyed getting the soles of his pads jabbed by shards of stones. Though, he continued on at a steady trot. He would would climb up the sharpest, steepest mountain to visit the tribe, and one cat especially. A smile flitted across his face briefly before a rock pierced his pad without mercy. Wind Chaser stumbled and fell onto his face, stifling a cry of pain. He scrambled up not bothering to look at his damaged paw. All he did was limp at a quick pace. Soon, he had reached the crest and the tribe lands were in his sights.
Snow recognized the familiar face of Wind Chaser, and she sighed unhappily as he approached her. She had been not wanting this day to come, but she knew it would one day. Slowly and steadily, the kit-mother approached her mate, looking at him as she was just a few meters from her love. Her face was grim as she looked at him, and her whiskers twitched sadly. She sat down, trying to gather the courage to speak.
The tom sat down not speaking. He sensed a tension thick enough to set a wall between them. Slowly, the loner licked his torn paw. Without knowing, he toyed with the rock that stuck between his toes. His misty green eyes diverted from hers as if he expected a lash of a whip to come across his face if he looked at her. Wind Chaser swallowed hard, and looked into her green eyes. "Is there...something...wrong?" He asked warily.
Snow sighed, looking up at Wind Chaser, her heart sinking as she began to let her heart speak. "Wind Chaser, I love you, I truly do, but I fear I cannot be with you. You are rarely ever here with the kits, and you wont even join the Tribe to be with me!" Her voice turned from sad to angry in a fraction of a second, and her mouth began to form a snarl. "Your not even around to watch your kits grow up! When Fire, Sun and Silver became apprentices! A REAL mate would be a father! Watch their kits grow up, NOT run off!" She snarled.
Wind Chaser stumbled back placing his entire weight on his injured paw sending waved of pain through his leg. His misty green eyes widened with shock, but not surprise. A grim ghost of a smile wavered on his face, he sighed as if knowing this day would come. His voice was a barely audible whisper, "Somehow...Snow, I knew this was going to happen." It seemed as his his calm eye twitched, "And I understand..." He choked out, but everything from his rigid body to his gritted teeth screamed he didn't.
"I am sorry, Wind Chaser. But I cannot be with someone who will not be with me, and their kits. I feel like you've abandoned me." She hissed. Snow turned away from him, feeling grim about this, but knowing she needed a mate to be with her. "Goodbye, my beloved." She whispered, beginning to walk away.
The brown and white cat sat frozen. A steady quivering had captured his body. Suddenly, a pained yowl blew through his lips. His paw seemed like no more painful then a lick by a mother's tongue. But his heart was being torn from his body one chunk at a time. "What do you expect from me? I can't be a tribe cat..." He cried out, "I wish I was better...but I'm not.." His voice trailed off it a agonizing wail.
"Why cant you?!" Snow snapped, turning around. Her fur was raised, and her tail fluffed up as if she wished nothing more then to claw this cat for his, as it seemed to her, carelessness. She glared at him, her eyes narrowed. Her claws were un-sheathed, and she snarled.
He limped backwards growling, "When I was a kit I lived as a kittypet." His meow was slow, and quiet, "I lived with a two-leg who loved cats. She had so many cats one could barely breath." The fur on the nape of his neck bristled at the memory of the cramped and stuffy rooms. "We didn't get to go outside, I was born into the hell hole. And you ask why I can't be with other cats..." His eyes grew wide suddenly, and flames leaped where clouds of indifference normally were. "You can't imagine why I could never live with so many cats, let alone in a cave!" His voice was a high pitch growl.
"That's no reason! That's why you SHOULD wish to be with me! You lived all cramped up, now was a chance for freedom!" She spat, about to claw him. "Your no longer there! No longer a caged bird! Your FREE, FREE to be with me!"
"Some things leave scars!" His face twitched and his flank quivered. "I am so sorry, but I can't change how I was molded as a kitten." He blinked rapidly trying to avoid the pained tears, "But I can't change myself, I would be miserable in a tribe... I want to care for you but I want to be cared about to!"
"Then goodbye, Wind Chaser." Snow growled, walking away from him. She glared at tangle. "No." She spat painfully.
Wind Chaser let out a quavering breathe. "Goodbye..." He whispered, and he turned painfully, his paw screamed with every paw step but he didn't limp and he didn't look back.
