Post by Dragon on Aug 14, 2009 3:05:35 GMT -5
Rat Poison slunk in with a deadly expression of mixed rage and hatred. A deep scar ran from the base of his ear to his shoulder from his old wound his brother had inflicted on him as a kit. Even now as he turned his head to glance over his shoulder, the tight skin let out a twinge of pain that made him wince. The cinnamon tom cat remembered how his brother apologized for days but toe damage was done. He had only just recovered from uncovering a stash of sweet smelling rat poison from which he earned his name sake from. His entire kithood had left him scarred for life with a bitter attitude toward the world.
Snow, still watching her sister's grave, sighed. Sky where Stars Live was not coming back. She remembered the cold warning she had been given. "Beware Rat Poison, my sister." Sky had said to her urgently in her dream. She had called out to her sister, but nothing happened. Blood flashed over her dream, and then she had woken.
The dark tom cat brushed against a roughly covered tree where his claws had traced lines on the surface of the bark. A dribble of sour smelling sap ran from the wounds. Rat Poison sniffed it warily, it was as if the plant was bleeding. He growled and left his scent on the tree before moving on. Trees didn't hae thoughts or emotions they were just territory markers that warned unknown cats not to cross into his part of the forest. He had gone done through his normal route. A worn deer path that weaved throughout his territory and past a sparkling brook filled with cool, fresh water and a abandoned fox den. He had passed the brook after drinking his fill of the nourishing liquid. Every time he passed the fox den he paused to take note of every detail in the clearing. But as he inhaled heavily, a strong new scent hit his scent glands with an overpowering punch. Someone or something was in his territory. A snarl formed on his lips, he smelled a she-cat but on her scent was another cat who had not heard from for a very long while. His dear brother Wind Chaser.
Snow flicked her ears back suddenly as a smell entered her nose. She turned her head towards it, flattening her ears. There was a tom nearby, and she seemed to be worried about it, even though she did not know him. Something about this cat. Unless he showed himself, she had nothing to fear, but watched the trees with interest nonetheless.
Rat Poison poked his head through some undergrowth to get a better reading on this mysterious she-cat. She was near by, he could practically taste her. He pressed his ears back against his skull defensively, and he stalked around the clearing until he reached a new perspective. She was a silver tabby she-cat, his golden eyes narrowed. He supposed she was attractive enough for a lone she-cat lounging in his territory but she was put off by the way one ear was shredded and how his brother's scent hung on her fur like honey to a bee's backside. With practiced stealth he slid toward a fallen log and jumped of it using the weight in his forelegs to cause a resounding bomb from the hollow of the log. "Why do you trespass on my territory!?!" He bellowed in a voice fit for a cat twice his size.
Snow growled as he approached. "Your territory!?" She snarled in pure fury as he called this land his. "This territory is not yours! This land belongs to no one! Even if it did, I'll still come here! My sister died here, and you can’t change what I do, foxdung!" She snarled. This cat frightened her, but she would not let it show. Something strange about him.
The cinnamon tom cat howled with cruel laughter. She would present no problem for him, he had beaten off crows twice the size of her and the birds were probably more intelligent. "Are you blind? Can you not smell my markers?" Rat Poison taunted in a patronizing voice full of scorn. "I've seen squirrels that are smarter then you!" He chortled in amusement of himself and jumped from the log onto the firm ground. Again, his brother's smell took over his senses and he could not figure out why this she-cat instilled such unjustified rage in him. His tongue stroked his lips as if he was looking over a juicy piece of fresh-kill. She was something like fresh kill to him. Vulnerable... Weak... Stupid... His snake thin tail twirled in the air as he approached her with at a slow, smug speed. It proved he didn't need to hurry, she was already in his claws.
Snow growled angrily, stepping back. "Who are you?" She snarled, feeling shaky as she spoke. She stared at his large build, and the scar on him. She felt like a lamb to the slaughter. Her eyes narrowed in worry. Why her?
"I am Rat Poison." He purred in a breathy tone that resembled a serpent's hiss before it struck the stricken mouse with venom laden fangs. His smile was dark and unhappy; it seemed as if light had never found its way into this one’s soul. The next step he took sent him reeling with realization. He could see faint familiarity in her eyes, he could smell his brother's scent on her pelt. How could this be? For many moons the cinnamon cat had known his brother lived nearby, but far enough not to be a bother to him. The fur on his spine prickled deliciously. This was Wind Chaser's mate, or at least close friend. He could smell stale milk on her scent it was all coming together. And with the sudden connection of relationships his claws slid from their sheaths and buried themselves into the ground.
Snow watched him, curiosity pricking at her pelt along with the fear, her eyes watching him carefully. There was something about this cat she didn't like. Suddenly he un-sheathed his claws, and her eyes narrowed in thought. Now. Now was the time to strike. She heard his deadly name and she pieced it together. "Rat Poison." She repeated to herself. So this was the cat Sky had spoken of. She must strike, before he did! But her feet were stuck to the ground.
For a moment he stood there. His golden eyes locked onto her green ones and he could smell her fear. It smothered all his other senses, and blood pounded in his ears as the urge to spill blood was awakened in him. It was a perfect moment, the noon sun hung in the air provided a perfect battle arena in the clearing, also the dappled shadows that speckled the ground added to the intensity. Before he leaped, he smirked as if knowing who would win this fight. With a screech of rage he flung himself toward the she-cat he didn't even know the name of. All he knew was that it was time to kill. And in some way he was hurting his brother.
Snow yowled fearfully s he crashed onto her, then began to move. Her eyes were wide with fear as claws stuck into her body, and she flailed wildly, un-sheathing her claws and sticking them into his chest do droplets of blood ran out. It was hard to get a good grip, but she just managed. However, the tom was holding her to the ground, and she tried to fight him off.
He shifted slightly to remove her claws that punctured his chest with a subtly sting and wave of annoyance. He felt like the king of the entire forest as he pinned her to the forest floor, it was hardly a fight to say the least but it was serving his purpose just fine. He would kill her and drag her bloodied body into an open space for the vultures to pick at her liver. But as he was here, he decided to make more fun from it. He scored her a sharp blow across the face with his claws unsheathed and his teeth bared. He jumped backward and waited for a rebound.
Snow yowled in pain as he attacked her, blood pouring from his blow and from where his claws had dug into her body. She leapt up, letting out a scream of battle and leaping at the tom. He attacked her, making him an enemy. Worse? He was trying to kill her. She snapped her jaws at him, swiping her claws madly.
The cinnamon tom slid past her claws with a bored yawn. The fight was heating up but he still cool as ice. He felt one of her claws graze his skin, which made him mad to say the list. But as she madly swiped the air was random attacks, he began to believe she was completely insane. The game had just put another layer on it to thicken the interest. But he was bored with the duck and weave tactic, he barreled forward and struck her in the chest with the broad part of his head. The force of the blow made his ears ring.
Snow's eyes bulged as she was sent flying backwards, hitting the ground and rolling over and over. She got up weakly. She used to think she was strong... was that all a lie? This cat... he was too strong. She looked around urgently, scrambling into the trees and leaping at him from the air, her mouth open and claws outstretched as she glided toward him, not knowing the huge risk this attack was taking.
Rat Poison looked straight up at her as she can hurtling down from the tree tops like a flying squirrel. He smiled coyly as strategy burst into his mind in the seconds it took for her to reach him; he opened his jaws wide to reveal his curved before her throat came straight into his awaiting mouth. Even though he was ready and tense her weight sent him skidding backwards, but he refused to let go of his prize. The moment her flesh hit his tongue his jaws locked tight and the two tumbled like fallen ballet students.
Snow yowled in fear, trying to free herself as they tumbled. Her tail was fluffed up, as was her fur, and by now her coat was splattered in blood. She was feeling tired, very tired... But she refused to let go. She let him roll her onto her back, kicking her hind legs up and trying to launch him off.
Rat Poison shoved her into the ground; he could taste the tangy taste of blood on his tongue. It ran down his throat with almost an intoxicating effect to him, for a moment his grip loosened but it rebounded with a crushing grip that smashed the windpipe in on its self and severed several arteries in the neck. Now, blood was pouring all over the once clean mint grass. He didn't want to let go of her, so he didn't. He began dragging her nearly lifeless body out his woods into a open patch of grass on his border. He took it as a warning to all who wanted to enter. The tom cat dropped his kill and padded right back into the forest as if nothing had happened.
Snow gasped in pain as her life flashed before her eyes, the tom crushing her wind pipe. The light was fading, everything was turning into black... Where was she? She didn't know, but she knew she was just about dead. She looked up at the cat who seemed like Wind Chaser. They had to be related. Her eyes began to close, and blood welled from her body. Her breathing slowed, then fully stopped. She was dead.
Snow, still watching her sister's grave, sighed. Sky where Stars Live was not coming back. She remembered the cold warning she had been given. "Beware Rat Poison, my sister." Sky had said to her urgently in her dream. She had called out to her sister, but nothing happened. Blood flashed over her dream, and then she had woken.
The dark tom cat brushed against a roughly covered tree where his claws had traced lines on the surface of the bark. A dribble of sour smelling sap ran from the wounds. Rat Poison sniffed it warily, it was as if the plant was bleeding. He growled and left his scent on the tree before moving on. Trees didn't hae thoughts or emotions they were just territory markers that warned unknown cats not to cross into his part of the forest. He had gone done through his normal route. A worn deer path that weaved throughout his territory and past a sparkling brook filled with cool, fresh water and a abandoned fox den. He had passed the brook after drinking his fill of the nourishing liquid. Every time he passed the fox den he paused to take note of every detail in the clearing. But as he inhaled heavily, a strong new scent hit his scent glands with an overpowering punch. Someone or something was in his territory. A snarl formed on his lips, he smelled a she-cat but on her scent was another cat who had not heard from for a very long while. His dear brother Wind Chaser.
Snow flicked her ears back suddenly as a smell entered her nose. She turned her head towards it, flattening her ears. There was a tom nearby, and she seemed to be worried about it, even though she did not know him. Something about this cat. Unless he showed himself, she had nothing to fear, but watched the trees with interest nonetheless.
Rat Poison poked his head through some undergrowth to get a better reading on this mysterious she-cat. She was near by, he could practically taste her. He pressed his ears back against his skull defensively, and he stalked around the clearing until he reached a new perspective. She was a silver tabby she-cat, his golden eyes narrowed. He supposed she was attractive enough for a lone she-cat lounging in his territory but she was put off by the way one ear was shredded and how his brother's scent hung on her fur like honey to a bee's backside. With practiced stealth he slid toward a fallen log and jumped of it using the weight in his forelegs to cause a resounding bomb from the hollow of the log. "Why do you trespass on my territory!?!" He bellowed in a voice fit for a cat twice his size.
Snow growled as he approached. "Your territory!?" She snarled in pure fury as he called this land his. "This territory is not yours! This land belongs to no one! Even if it did, I'll still come here! My sister died here, and you can’t change what I do, foxdung!" She snarled. This cat frightened her, but she would not let it show. Something strange about him.
The cinnamon tom cat howled with cruel laughter. She would present no problem for him, he had beaten off crows twice the size of her and the birds were probably more intelligent. "Are you blind? Can you not smell my markers?" Rat Poison taunted in a patronizing voice full of scorn. "I've seen squirrels that are smarter then you!" He chortled in amusement of himself and jumped from the log onto the firm ground. Again, his brother's smell took over his senses and he could not figure out why this she-cat instilled such unjustified rage in him. His tongue stroked his lips as if he was looking over a juicy piece of fresh-kill. She was something like fresh kill to him. Vulnerable... Weak... Stupid... His snake thin tail twirled in the air as he approached her with at a slow, smug speed. It proved he didn't need to hurry, she was already in his claws.
Snow growled angrily, stepping back. "Who are you?" She snarled, feeling shaky as she spoke. She stared at his large build, and the scar on him. She felt like a lamb to the slaughter. Her eyes narrowed in worry. Why her?
"I am Rat Poison." He purred in a breathy tone that resembled a serpent's hiss before it struck the stricken mouse with venom laden fangs. His smile was dark and unhappy; it seemed as if light had never found its way into this one’s soul. The next step he took sent him reeling with realization. He could see faint familiarity in her eyes, he could smell his brother's scent on her pelt. How could this be? For many moons the cinnamon cat had known his brother lived nearby, but far enough not to be a bother to him. The fur on his spine prickled deliciously. This was Wind Chaser's mate, or at least close friend. He could smell stale milk on her scent it was all coming together. And with the sudden connection of relationships his claws slid from their sheaths and buried themselves into the ground.
Snow watched him, curiosity pricking at her pelt along with the fear, her eyes watching him carefully. There was something about this cat she didn't like. Suddenly he un-sheathed his claws, and her eyes narrowed in thought. Now. Now was the time to strike. She heard his deadly name and she pieced it together. "Rat Poison." She repeated to herself. So this was the cat Sky had spoken of. She must strike, before he did! But her feet were stuck to the ground.
For a moment he stood there. His golden eyes locked onto her green ones and he could smell her fear. It smothered all his other senses, and blood pounded in his ears as the urge to spill blood was awakened in him. It was a perfect moment, the noon sun hung in the air provided a perfect battle arena in the clearing, also the dappled shadows that speckled the ground added to the intensity. Before he leaped, he smirked as if knowing who would win this fight. With a screech of rage he flung himself toward the she-cat he didn't even know the name of. All he knew was that it was time to kill. And in some way he was hurting his brother.
Snow yowled fearfully s he crashed onto her, then began to move. Her eyes were wide with fear as claws stuck into her body, and she flailed wildly, un-sheathing her claws and sticking them into his chest do droplets of blood ran out. It was hard to get a good grip, but she just managed. However, the tom was holding her to the ground, and she tried to fight him off.
He shifted slightly to remove her claws that punctured his chest with a subtly sting and wave of annoyance. He felt like the king of the entire forest as he pinned her to the forest floor, it was hardly a fight to say the least but it was serving his purpose just fine. He would kill her and drag her bloodied body into an open space for the vultures to pick at her liver. But as he was here, he decided to make more fun from it. He scored her a sharp blow across the face with his claws unsheathed and his teeth bared. He jumped backward and waited for a rebound.
Snow yowled in pain as he attacked her, blood pouring from his blow and from where his claws had dug into her body. She leapt up, letting out a scream of battle and leaping at the tom. He attacked her, making him an enemy. Worse? He was trying to kill her. She snapped her jaws at him, swiping her claws madly.
The cinnamon tom slid past her claws with a bored yawn. The fight was heating up but he still cool as ice. He felt one of her claws graze his skin, which made him mad to say the list. But as she madly swiped the air was random attacks, he began to believe she was completely insane. The game had just put another layer on it to thicken the interest. But he was bored with the duck and weave tactic, he barreled forward and struck her in the chest with the broad part of his head. The force of the blow made his ears ring.
Snow's eyes bulged as she was sent flying backwards, hitting the ground and rolling over and over. She got up weakly. She used to think she was strong... was that all a lie? This cat... he was too strong. She looked around urgently, scrambling into the trees and leaping at him from the air, her mouth open and claws outstretched as she glided toward him, not knowing the huge risk this attack was taking.
Rat Poison looked straight up at her as she can hurtling down from the tree tops like a flying squirrel. He smiled coyly as strategy burst into his mind in the seconds it took for her to reach him; he opened his jaws wide to reveal his curved before her throat came straight into his awaiting mouth. Even though he was ready and tense her weight sent him skidding backwards, but he refused to let go of his prize. The moment her flesh hit his tongue his jaws locked tight and the two tumbled like fallen ballet students.
Snow yowled in fear, trying to free herself as they tumbled. Her tail was fluffed up, as was her fur, and by now her coat was splattered in blood. She was feeling tired, very tired... But she refused to let go. She let him roll her onto her back, kicking her hind legs up and trying to launch him off.
Rat Poison shoved her into the ground; he could taste the tangy taste of blood on his tongue. It ran down his throat with almost an intoxicating effect to him, for a moment his grip loosened but it rebounded with a crushing grip that smashed the windpipe in on its self and severed several arteries in the neck. Now, blood was pouring all over the once clean mint grass. He didn't want to let go of her, so he didn't. He began dragging her nearly lifeless body out his woods into a open patch of grass on his border. He took it as a warning to all who wanted to enter. The tom cat dropped his kill and padded right back into the forest as if nothing had happened.
Snow gasped in pain as her life flashed before her eyes, the tom crushing her wind pipe. The light was fading, everything was turning into black... Where was she? She didn't know, but she knew she was just about dead. She looked up at the cat who seemed like Wind Chaser. They had to be related. Her eyes began to close, and blood welled from her body. Her breathing slowed, then fully stopped. She was dead.
