Post by Dragon on Aug 30, 2009 23:55:28 GMT -5
Rosepaw bound through the forest as fast as she could handle. Her paws slammed across the ground hard enough to cause her physical pain. But the wind, slapping her face felt so good. She couldn't stop at all, a badger of all things could leap out at her and she wouldn't flinch away. Her dreams were worse then a slavering beast. She heard the river, she was close to Riverclan territory. Closer to her brother... For some reason she missed him with an aching burn that threatened to seer her flesh and bone. But he could not remember her. She remembered him like the day was bright. The trees flashed by her, that blurs of brown and green. She liked how the colored blended and warped as she sped by. Slowly, the trees morphed into willows and reeds. The tortoiseshell smiled and skidded to a stop. Her paws slid precariously on the damp bank of the river. She looked over the whirling black waters, that were the river.
Her green eyes stared into the water feeling a wave of feelings hit her all at once. Fear, anger, anxiety. It was so jumbled up in her mind that she could hardly separate one from another. Rosepaws chest rose and fell quickly. Her run had taken much more out of her then she had thought. The apprentice's unused muscles burned with a fury. She could hardly lift a single paw, let alone continue running like she did. Rosepaw lifted her head slowly, gazing longingly over the water. The river terrified her to say the least. Somewhere in its depths held Sunpaw's memories. Thoughts of her, their parents, their family that was all around them. She say the water break into white foam as it piled over a rock that jutted out of river. The she-cat wondered if that was the rock that her brother had lost it all on. She swallowed her emotions and laid down on the bank. Her eyes didn't move from the opposite side of the water. Every time a shadow moved itself she immediately thought of her brother. But it never was. A bird flew across her site of vision many times. It made her stomach rumble, but it seemed so distant from her tangled up thoughts she couldn't care less. For the first time since she found Stingkit, not a thought of him thrust itself into her mess of memory. Her ears flattened against her skull in despair. She wanted to see Sunpaw so much, his golden fur gleaming in the sunshine. Just to hear his white paws plodding against the ground would be music to her ears. But she couldn't look him in the eye. The green eyes that were once so bright, now clouded with endless confusion. Sunpaw would ask her who she was, why she was here, who he was. It was to terrible to even comprehend. A shudder ran down her spine.
Rosepaw's claws dug into the muddy ground. Her teeth ground painfully together. Why did this have to happen to her? This was to much torture for one cat to be forced to comprehend. The same thing went for her two deranged siblings that were bent on killing everyone. A snarl ripped its way between her lips. They were stupid and foolish, the kind of cat she shouldn't even be allowed to think about. She also just wished her father would come around just to give an encouraging word or ask how her training was... the last one wasn't much for truth right now. She was raising Stingkit now, she was away from her training. She would be last to become a warrior, she knew it, but she would be an apprentice with her own kit for a moment in time. Rosepaw blinked stupidly. That would be an awkward moment in time... training with someone, so much younger then her. She shook the thought from her mind. Stingkit wouldn't interrupt her again. The apprentice stood slowly, her limbs aching. They felt like riverstones were tied to her paws. A pained groan came from the back of her throat. Her head hung low to the ground with exhaustion. She began to drag herself back into the forest with no energy left to her.
The tortoiseshell paused for a moment. Her ears cocked forward at a distant sound. Her head flew up besides her exhaustion. She twirled around, taking a few quick steps toward the river again. A hopeful expression lit up her sad face. Was it him? "Sunpaw?" She cried, in all her joy and anticipation. A giddy surge went through her, it was him, she could almost smell him, his fur, his breath, but at the last moment she realized!
The fiery red wolf flew through the air with deadly accuracy. He was a blur of fire in a natural word. He was silent in his field of power. He was the fire that burned your flesh away and charred your bones to an ash. FireWolf's black eyes were beady with the need to feel blood on his fur. To taste sweet flesh on his tongue again after such a long time of healing and recovering. To all those who forgot him. He was the reason Owlstar walked with a limp in his step, the reason why he had one eye. It made him smile as he leaped forward. He was the one that had tasted Owlstar's thick blood as the feline's tail went down his throat in its bloody glory. His shaggy red fur flattened against his well muscled body as his paws crashed against the small cat's delicate body. He could hear the air whoosh out of her lungs. It was music to his sick, twisted mind. He was certain he would eat well tonight.
Rosepaw's surprised shriek, ripped through the silence of the moment. She could feel a sick crack in her chest. Her green eyes bulged from her skull, she couldn't breath. The world was blotting out of her site. The apprentice struggled against her unknown opponent. He wasn't anything she had ever felt before. He was as big as a large cat, but his power was twice of what any cat could bring forth to a battle. Whatever had taken her down, was small and quick. And more then that, as silent as a falling leaf in the dead of winter. All of this raced through her mind in a blur, her vision of during darker at the second. Her mouth was gaping, her lungs burning for the much needed air. Her paws began to flail, burning what little oxygen still resided in her body. But as quickly as it started, she swallowed a mouthful of precious air. The adrenalin of the moment still pulsing through her veins. But she could see again, the world was almost too bright and surreal. Rosepaw's wide eyes saw a mound of dark red fur on top of her, flashing teeth clearly trying to tear at her flesh. It was a wolf. A small wolf... with big teeth. Her wild struggled increased as fresh terror came to her.
FireWolf's nose pressed into the she-cats fur, smelling the blood so close yet so far away. A barrier of skin blocked him from what he wanted so badly. His teeth flashed, and his teeth crunched down on her shoulder taking the first chance he got to end his bloodless stupor. It was like his liquid drug, the taste of it smeared on his tongue flamed up a hidden urge, and power to kill the ones that he hated most. But he remembered the taste of this blood. He had drunk to much of this blood, it seemed to bring something back to him. This tasted like Owlstar's blood had. His mind flared with understanding, this blood, was connected to his old enemies blood. A crazed grin came to his face, he would kill this one, he liked the taste so well. And anyone that was related to Owlstar was on his list. Also, a kill would bring him back to sorts with his old, once so savage self that had been buried under moons of hiding and treating would like a doted healer wolf. He couldn't handle another moment of doing that, this was his chance...
Now, as she realized what was happening to her. Oxygen fueling her mind into readiness. She let out another screech, this one was mixed with her original terror but now it was sprinkled with the burst of agony that came from her shoulder. The grip was powerful and firm, but she had to escape. Any cat captured in the jaws of a wolf was sure to die as a mouse was to a cat's claws. Her green eyes were the size of moons, and with a surge of energy and launched herself away from the wolf. Her paws stumbled across the uneven ground, it looked like a drunken dance. She shuddered at the pain in her shoulder, hot blood ran down her leg. It reminded her of the wound. Her eyes found, the wolf's and for a moment their souls clashed together like two trains on the same track. His black gaze with pulsing with seething rage, and an urge to kill all in his path. Rosepaw's on the contrary was wide and terrified, her mouth was dropped open with annoying exhaustion. She wouldn't be able to win like this, without energy and emotionally drained with all she had to think about. All she could utter was, "Back off, mutt... I won't die... without a fight." The apprentice gasped, trying to regain proper breathing after the initial attack. With slow movements, she squared her feet trying grow big enough to someone ward off the murdering wolf. "If I'm going to die..."Rosepaw panted laboriously, "I'm not dying without you knowing my name... I'm Rosepaw... Appprentice of Thunderclan!" She declared with tiring effort.
FireWolf snarled, his lip curling up in disgust of the apprentice. He couldn't believe it. A runt of an apprentice showing him up, by speaking to his face. The undying urge to just rip her head off was burning in his chest. He may be small, almost scrawny for a wolf. But he overpowered the ones around him, his pent up strength and clever wit brought them down to his level. A smile grew on his face, as he noticed how tired she look. Each movement slow and sluggish, not swift enough to take him down. Only the most skilled of warriors could bring him to surrendering. He howled with mad laughter. He could see her broken, and bleeding body now, lying before him. The feast would begin after that, but no matter how hard he imagined that last moment of existence for his beaten prey. The savage feeding couldn't be described, it had to be seen to truly understand all of what it was. He let out a cruel chuckle, "If you are to die in my jaws, you shall know my name, and my title." His voice held an odd subtle accent that wasn't profound enough to slur his words. "I am FireWolf, and the one who maimed Owlstar." The wolf's grin showed yellowing fangs that held a tinge of pink. Dyed by the blood of his prey.
Rosepaw took a shaky step backward, her eyes blinking rapidly in fear. Her father. She remembered his brutal scars, his one eye, the stub to where his tail should have been. This was the wolf that did that, all those terrible deeds. But one thing confused her, her father had said he had killed this wolf. She began to tremble uncontrollably, she didn't even notice when she whispered, "My father..." Her heart raced in her chest. It was a wild horse galloping away from a crazed predator. But she was the one that should be running but she couldn't handle another second of running. Her energy was spent, and she was going to die. The apprentice felt tears welling up in her eyes, threatening to over flow. She was going to leave Stingkit, just like his mother before had left him. But he would understand better now, he was older. That thought alone caused her more agony then it was worth.
"Don't cry, my beauty!" He taunted, his grin turning even more evil and snide. This would be an easy kill, they had talked enough for his liking. He didn't like knowing his prey's name, it somehow made it subtly harder to kill it. The blood began to rush into his ears, his own pulse shoving its presence into his ears. His wide paws scoffed the ground as his thick fur began to bristle all the way down his back. His piercing black eyes narrowed slightly, making them more intense and dark. The shadow from his brow, darkened his face. It was time to kill. He jerked forward with terrifying speed that a normal sized wolf could never succeed in. But this time he wanted to kill. His fangs locked onto her throat, gripping down in a vise grip. Blood washed through his mouth, his black eyes widened with nirvana.
Rosepaw let out something that could only be described as a scream. It rang out pure and clear, in the forest air. It bubbled off into a sickening gurgle. She coughed up crimson blood, it stood out boldly on the mint green grass. She could see her short life flash across her eyes, in a blur of speed. The excruciating pain was nothing compared to the emotion trauma she had welled up inside of her. Compared to what was happening to her now, her internal pain blew it away as if now was a feather just brushing her fur. Her struggles were getting weaker, with each struggle. It was a terrible feeling to be bleeding to death. To just feel life being drained away just like that, the life seeping from limbs just to be splattered on the ground. Her heart labored away, under the stress of it all. It thumped hard, just quickening her demise.
Sunpaw was padded along the river, his body swaying with each slow paw step. He couldn't remember anything once more, people had crammed information into his brain but nothing at all remained to what they say. He remembered his name... Sunpaw. That was all he remembered of his personal life. He drawled on along the bank of the river. The dampness of the ground reminded him of something but he couldn't put a claw on it. His golden fur caught the sunshine, it gleamed slightly even though he had not groomed it for awhile. His confused green eyes flickered in the reflection of the water, as he gazed into it. The one strong memory he held was the fateful day he had cracked his skull against one of this many rocks that shot out of the river. His white paws took an uncertain step toward the river, his muzzle lowered slightly thinking the spray of the churning rapids would bring back some memory of his past. Nothing. He shrugged it off, after many failed attempted he had convinced nothing would work now. For many more lengths he padded along the river's edge when an usual cry. His head shot up, his perfect ears cocked forward with an interested expression. Sunpaw's pace picked up slightly. He went into a trot, his eyes scanning his own side of the river and the other as well. He didn't expect anything to happen. But then he heard the second cry, his paws kicked into a frenzied run. He needed to know what was happening, it was crucial. The second sounded almost crazed, and filled with pain. His ears flattened against his skull, whiskers swept onto his face. The RiverClan tom skidded to a halt as he came to a tragic scene. All he could see was a fiery red wolf with his jaws locked onto the innocent throat of a tortoiseshell she-cat.
The tom cat stared across the river in despair. He couldn't put his life in line for someone he didn't know. But she was in danger... something inside of him screamed for him to fight for her, but the other half of him warned him to stay back. It was a the action he couldn't put off for much longer. All at once things he had forgotten came back to him in such a rush it nearly gave him a head ache. His head dropped into his chest, the blood rushing to his ears. His life, his family, everything only a lifetime of fighting could give you. Sunpaw's mother and father, Owlstar and Blueestar, his siblings Rosepaw, Sapphirepaw, and Ember. The constant tremors of his life, flashed across his eyes. The golden cat lifted his head, he knew who that wolf had. "Rosepaw!" He screeched, in a justified war cry. Sunpaw howled in rage, before leaping into the river, taking it long powerful strokes. The waves didn't scare him anymore. All he had on his mind was getting over to her. He could feel the wolf's hard gaze on him but Rosepaw didn't notice him in her current situation. Owlstar's ferocious son leaped at the wolf, his claws scoring on it's thick hide. Sunpaw sank his teeth into Firewolf's throat.
The wolf opened his jaws to howl in agony. He snarled, twisting around to grab the golden cat by the back, and he tossed him off. The wound on his throat was bleeding freely. FireWolf paused briefly to give the jagged wound as few licks before looking over at the two cats with a death glare. He snarled, trying to decide which to disembowel first. He wanted their organs sprawled across the ground! He roared in fury, his white teeth flashing in fury. He reared up onto his hind paws, missing them by only mouselengths. His rage had blinded him by a crimson film.
Rosepaw lifted her head, blood pulsing from the neck wound like it was no tomorrow. Her unclear eyes gazed at her brother in stupid awe. She gave a dreary smile that explained just how hurt she was by her wound. Her usually quick wit was failing her as blood drained from her system. "Sunpaw..." She whispered, pawing his face carefully, "That wolf is gonna kill me... he took daddy's eye..." Her words slurred together, her green eyes half closed with the stress of keeping awake any longer. "I'm so tired, Sunpaw." She purred as if nothing was happening out of the ordinary. She wasn't even sure where she was right now. "Maybe I can take a nap... I do hurt..."
"No, no Rosepaw." He meowed into her ear, trying to keep the urgency out of his voice. He needed her to stay alive now, he could finally remember her again. "You can sleep after we keep this nasty cut cleaned up, now I have to get the big mean wolf out of the way." He crouched low, preparing to spring forward at the wolf. He remembered his name from one of Owlstar's stories. Firewolf. He smirked, this wolf was small. It would be easy to do, and he had a fighter's blood pulsing through his veins every moment. Sunpaw snarled in fury, and lashed forward toward FireWolf's beady eyed face. His claws cut bloody lines into the wolf's face and all he could hear was the probing pound of blood raging in his ears.
Firewolf reared onto his hind legs again, his front ones flailing in the air. He slapped his paws onto his face, trying to dislodge the pest that was taking to to heart to rip apart his undamaged face. The wolf shook his head violently, feeling the claws pierce the vulnerable flesh on his face. The red wolf lashed his head backward, feeling the claws graze his face once more before they left him. He twirled around, his teeth bared in fury. "I was ticked before, cat, but know I'm done right pissed!" Firewolf barked, stalking toward Sunpaw.
Sunpaw's tail lashed and he staggered onto his paws before. A smile was still on his young face. A small set back. But he was ready to win this battle, he stood up, shaking his fur free of debris. He opened his mouth to let out a witty retort when-
Firewolf sprang forward for another attack. He had no time for mindless chit chat, if the deed was to be done it had to be quickly. But his aim was off, and once again he missed the killing blow. Instead, he ravaged Sunpaw's once handsome his nails and teeth scored scarring blows on the young flesh. His strikes even left marks on his chest that was once thrust out so proudly. He took a moment, to step back and admire what wonderful damage he had caused the young cat. But before he could admire what he had he had to wait for the endless shrieking to stop for just a moment. His paw thudded against Sunpaw's head and for a moment the apprentice was stunned into silence.
Sunpaw screeched after a moment of silence, blood rushed down his face. He couldn't see, and all he could smell was his own blood. He had failed. He knew he did. The apprentice tried to shake the blood off of his face, which blossomed up another wave of fierce pain that he swallowed back. Despite the pain that already blurred his vision, he could FireWolf. Standing there. Laughing his heart out at the pain of others. He aimed carefully. Sunpaw didn't think he would get a second shot of what he was about to do. He launched himself forward. He wrung himself completely around FireWolf's neck. It was thick even though, he was such a small wolf. Sunpaw dug his teeth, claws, and anything else he could of use to rip at the wolf's throat. In a limited amount of time, there was a gaping whole, which bled violently.
Firewolf felt every claw mark. Every blow got him closer to death, and he did not want to end up dead like this. Beaten by an apprentice with a mind the size of an acorn. He flailed about but could not dislodge him. FireWolf rolled on the ground, thrashed his head but it all increased his bleeding. He didn't want to die like this, bleeding to death with an apprentice around his neck. Right there, he knew he was losing his mind. He was repeating himself. The small red wolf reared on his hind paws and with one last effort he threw himself back and crashed against the ground. For a millisecond of time, he felt the slight loosening of Sunpaw's grip. He took this small opening of time and lurched forward. He came to his paws in a flurry of paws and fur. The defeated red wolf cast a hate filled glance over his shoulder before racing away, his chest covered in sticky blood. He wondered how long it would take to recover this time...
Sunpaw fell onto his back, teeth bared, ready to fight again. But through his bloody pain, he saw the wolf flee. With his tail between his legs. He let out a huff, which in his pain could be considered a laugh. He heaved himself onto four paws, and dug his aching, battered body to the side of his sister. Her would had stopped bleeding but she looked absolutely terrible. Her eyes were still half closed, and her breathing was shallow. Sunpaw knelt next to her, am exhausted smile on his face. "I got ugly for you, Rosepaw." He meowed sadly.
The tortoiseshell opened her eyes slightly, and looked up at her brother's torn up face. She smiled up at him, her paw touching her face. "You'll always be the handsome one to me, Sunpaw." Rosepaw purred, trying to get up.
"No, Rosepaw. Lay down, catch your breath." He murmured to her, he had to admit he was no better for breath but keeping her here for just a few moments longer wouldn't kill anyone. Sunpaw licked her hot forehead. "But don't leave me, Rosepaw, I just started remembering again..."
Her green eyes stared into the water feeling a wave of feelings hit her all at once. Fear, anger, anxiety. It was so jumbled up in her mind that she could hardly separate one from another. Rosepaws chest rose and fell quickly. Her run had taken much more out of her then she had thought. The apprentice's unused muscles burned with a fury. She could hardly lift a single paw, let alone continue running like she did. Rosepaw lifted her head slowly, gazing longingly over the water. The river terrified her to say the least. Somewhere in its depths held Sunpaw's memories. Thoughts of her, their parents, their family that was all around them. She say the water break into white foam as it piled over a rock that jutted out of river. The she-cat wondered if that was the rock that her brother had lost it all on. She swallowed her emotions and laid down on the bank. Her eyes didn't move from the opposite side of the water. Every time a shadow moved itself she immediately thought of her brother. But it never was. A bird flew across her site of vision many times. It made her stomach rumble, but it seemed so distant from her tangled up thoughts she couldn't care less. For the first time since she found Stingkit, not a thought of him thrust itself into her mess of memory. Her ears flattened against her skull in despair. She wanted to see Sunpaw so much, his golden fur gleaming in the sunshine. Just to hear his white paws plodding against the ground would be music to her ears. But she couldn't look him in the eye. The green eyes that were once so bright, now clouded with endless confusion. Sunpaw would ask her who she was, why she was here, who he was. It was to terrible to even comprehend. A shudder ran down her spine.
Rosepaw's claws dug into the muddy ground. Her teeth ground painfully together. Why did this have to happen to her? This was to much torture for one cat to be forced to comprehend. The same thing went for her two deranged siblings that were bent on killing everyone. A snarl ripped its way between her lips. They were stupid and foolish, the kind of cat she shouldn't even be allowed to think about. She also just wished her father would come around just to give an encouraging word or ask how her training was... the last one wasn't much for truth right now. She was raising Stingkit now, she was away from her training. She would be last to become a warrior, she knew it, but she would be an apprentice with her own kit for a moment in time. Rosepaw blinked stupidly. That would be an awkward moment in time... training with someone, so much younger then her. She shook the thought from her mind. Stingkit wouldn't interrupt her again. The apprentice stood slowly, her limbs aching. They felt like riverstones were tied to her paws. A pained groan came from the back of her throat. Her head hung low to the ground with exhaustion. She began to drag herself back into the forest with no energy left to her.
The tortoiseshell paused for a moment. Her ears cocked forward at a distant sound. Her head flew up besides her exhaustion. She twirled around, taking a few quick steps toward the river again. A hopeful expression lit up her sad face. Was it him? "Sunpaw?" She cried, in all her joy and anticipation. A giddy surge went through her, it was him, she could almost smell him, his fur, his breath, but at the last moment she realized!
The fiery red wolf flew through the air with deadly accuracy. He was a blur of fire in a natural word. He was silent in his field of power. He was the fire that burned your flesh away and charred your bones to an ash. FireWolf's black eyes were beady with the need to feel blood on his fur. To taste sweet flesh on his tongue again after such a long time of healing and recovering. To all those who forgot him. He was the reason Owlstar walked with a limp in his step, the reason why he had one eye. It made him smile as he leaped forward. He was the one that had tasted Owlstar's thick blood as the feline's tail went down his throat in its bloody glory. His shaggy red fur flattened against his well muscled body as his paws crashed against the small cat's delicate body. He could hear the air whoosh out of her lungs. It was music to his sick, twisted mind. He was certain he would eat well tonight.
Rosepaw's surprised shriek, ripped through the silence of the moment. She could feel a sick crack in her chest. Her green eyes bulged from her skull, she couldn't breath. The world was blotting out of her site. The apprentice struggled against her unknown opponent. He wasn't anything she had ever felt before. He was as big as a large cat, but his power was twice of what any cat could bring forth to a battle. Whatever had taken her down, was small and quick. And more then that, as silent as a falling leaf in the dead of winter. All of this raced through her mind in a blur, her vision of during darker at the second. Her mouth was gaping, her lungs burning for the much needed air. Her paws began to flail, burning what little oxygen still resided in her body. But as quickly as it started, she swallowed a mouthful of precious air. The adrenalin of the moment still pulsing through her veins. But she could see again, the world was almost too bright and surreal. Rosepaw's wide eyes saw a mound of dark red fur on top of her, flashing teeth clearly trying to tear at her flesh. It was a wolf. A small wolf... with big teeth. Her wild struggled increased as fresh terror came to her.
FireWolf's nose pressed into the she-cats fur, smelling the blood so close yet so far away. A barrier of skin blocked him from what he wanted so badly. His teeth flashed, and his teeth crunched down on her shoulder taking the first chance he got to end his bloodless stupor. It was like his liquid drug, the taste of it smeared on his tongue flamed up a hidden urge, and power to kill the ones that he hated most. But he remembered the taste of this blood. He had drunk to much of this blood, it seemed to bring something back to him. This tasted like Owlstar's blood had. His mind flared with understanding, this blood, was connected to his old enemies blood. A crazed grin came to his face, he would kill this one, he liked the taste so well. And anyone that was related to Owlstar was on his list. Also, a kill would bring him back to sorts with his old, once so savage self that had been buried under moons of hiding and treating would like a doted healer wolf. He couldn't handle another moment of doing that, this was his chance...
Now, as she realized what was happening to her. Oxygen fueling her mind into readiness. She let out another screech, this one was mixed with her original terror but now it was sprinkled with the burst of agony that came from her shoulder. The grip was powerful and firm, but she had to escape. Any cat captured in the jaws of a wolf was sure to die as a mouse was to a cat's claws. Her green eyes were the size of moons, and with a surge of energy and launched herself away from the wolf. Her paws stumbled across the uneven ground, it looked like a drunken dance. She shuddered at the pain in her shoulder, hot blood ran down her leg. It reminded her of the wound. Her eyes found, the wolf's and for a moment their souls clashed together like two trains on the same track. His black gaze with pulsing with seething rage, and an urge to kill all in his path. Rosepaw's on the contrary was wide and terrified, her mouth was dropped open with annoying exhaustion. She wouldn't be able to win like this, without energy and emotionally drained with all she had to think about. All she could utter was, "Back off, mutt... I won't die... without a fight." The apprentice gasped, trying to regain proper breathing after the initial attack. With slow movements, she squared her feet trying grow big enough to someone ward off the murdering wolf. "If I'm going to die..."Rosepaw panted laboriously, "I'm not dying without you knowing my name... I'm Rosepaw... Appprentice of Thunderclan!" She declared with tiring effort.
FireWolf snarled, his lip curling up in disgust of the apprentice. He couldn't believe it. A runt of an apprentice showing him up, by speaking to his face. The undying urge to just rip her head off was burning in his chest. He may be small, almost scrawny for a wolf. But he overpowered the ones around him, his pent up strength and clever wit brought them down to his level. A smile grew on his face, as he noticed how tired she look. Each movement slow and sluggish, not swift enough to take him down. Only the most skilled of warriors could bring him to surrendering. He howled with mad laughter. He could see her broken, and bleeding body now, lying before him. The feast would begin after that, but no matter how hard he imagined that last moment of existence for his beaten prey. The savage feeding couldn't be described, it had to be seen to truly understand all of what it was. He let out a cruel chuckle, "If you are to die in my jaws, you shall know my name, and my title." His voice held an odd subtle accent that wasn't profound enough to slur his words. "I am FireWolf, and the one who maimed Owlstar." The wolf's grin showed yellowing fangs that held a tinge of pink. Dyed by the blood of his prey.
Rosepaw took a shaky step backward, her eyes blinking rapidly in fear. Her father. She remembered his brutal scars, his one eye, the stub to where his tail should have been. This was the wolf that did that, all those terrible deeds. But one thing confused her, her father had said he had killed this wolf. She began to tremble uncontrollably, she didn't even notice when she whispered, "My father..." Her heart raced in her chest. It was a wild horse galloping away from a crazed predator. But she was the one that should be running but she couldn't handle another second of running. Her energy was spent, and she was going to die. The apprentice felt tears welling up in her eyes, threatening to over flow. She was going to leave Stingkit, just like his mother before had left him. But he would understand better now, he was older. That thought alone caused her more agony then it was worth.
"Don't cry, my beauty!" He taunted, his grin turning even more evil and snide. This would be an easy kill, they had talked enough for his liking. He didn't like knowing his prey's name, it somehow made it subtly harder to kill it. The blood began to rush into his ears, his own pulse shoving its presence into his ears. His wide paws scoffed the ground as his thick fur began to bristle all the way down his back. His piercing black eyes narrowed slightly, making them more intense and dark. The shadow from his brow, darkened his face. It was time to kill. He jerked forward with terrifying speed that a normal sized wolf could never succeed in. But this time he wanted to kill. His fangs locked onto her throat, gripping down in a vise grip. Blood washed through his mouth, his black eyes widened with nirvana.
Rosepaw let out something that could only be described as a scream. It rang out pure and clear, in the forest air. It bubbled off into a sickening gurgle. She coughed up crimson blood, it stood out boldly on the mint green grass. She could see her short life flash across her eyes, in a blur of speed. The excruciating pain was nothing compared to the emotion trauma she had welled up inside of her. Compared to what was happening to her now, her internal pain blew it away as if now was a feather just brushing her fur. Her struggles were getting weaker, with each struggle. It was a terrible feeling to be bleeding to death. To just feel life being drained away just like that, the life seeping from limbs just to be splattered on the ground. Her heart labored away, under the stress of it all. It thumped hard, just quickening her demise.
Sunpaw was padded along the river, his body swaying with each slow paw step. He couldn't remember anything once more, people had crammed information into his brain but nothing at all remained to what they say. He remembered his name... Sunpaw. That was all he remembered of his personal life. He drawled on along the bank of the river. The dampness of the ground reminded him of something but he couldn't put a claw on it. His golden fur caught the sunshine, it gleamed slightly even though he had not groomed it for awhile. His confused green eyes flickered in the reflection of the water, as he gazed into it. The one strong memory he held was the fateful day he had cracked his skull against one of this many rocks that shot out of the river. His white paws took an uncertain step toward the river, his muzzle lowered slightly thinking the spray of the churning rapids would bring back some memory of his past. Nothing. He shrugged it off, after many failed attempted he had convinced nothing would work now. For many more lengths he padded along the river's edge when an usual cry. His head shot up, his perfect ears cocked forward with an interested expression. Sunpaw's pace picked up slightly. He went into a trot, his eyes scanning his own side of the river and the other as well. He didn't expect anything to happen. But then he heard the second cry, his paws kicked into a frenzied run. He needed to know what was happening, it was crucial. The second sounded almost crazed, and filled with pain. His ears flattened against his skull, whiskers swept onto his face. The RiverClan tom skidded to a halt as he came to a tragic scene. All he could see was a fiery red wolf with his jaws locked onto the innocent throat of a tortoiseshell she-cat.
The tom cat stared across the river in despair. He couldn't put his life in line for someone he didn't know. But she was in danger... something inside of him screamed for him to fight for her, but the other half of him warned him to stay back. It was a the action he couldn't put off for much longer. All at once things he had forgotten came back to him in such a rush it nearly gave him a head ache. His head dropped into his chest, the blood rushing to his ears. His life, his family, everything only a lifetime of fighting could give you. Sunpaw's mother and father, Owlstar and Blueestar, his siblings Rosepaw, Sapphirepaw, and Ember. The constant tremors of his life, flashed across his eyes. The golden cat lifted his head, he knew who that wolf had. "Rosepaw!" He screeched, in a justified war cry. Sunpaw howled in rage, before leaping into the river, taking it long powerful strokes. The waves didn't scare him anymore. All he had on his mind was getting over to her. He could feel the wolf's hard gaze on him but Rosepaw didn't notice him in her current situation. Owlstar's ferocious son leaped at the wolf, his claws scoring on it's thick hide. Sunpaw sank his teeth into Firewolf's throat.
The wolf opened his jaws to howl in agony. He snarled, twisting around to grab the golden cat by the back, and he tossed him off. The wound on his throat was bleeding freely. FireWolf paused briefly to give the jagged wound as few licks before looking over at the two cats with a death glare. He snarled, trying to decide which to disembowel first. He wanted their organs sprawled across the ground! He roared in fury, his white teeth flashing in fury. He reared up onto his hind paws, missing them by only mouselengths. His rage had blinded him by a crimson film.
Rosepaw lifted her head, blood pulsing from the neck wound like it was no tomorrow. Her unclear eyes gazed at her brother in stupid awe. She gave a dreary smile that explained just how hurt she was by her wound. Her usually quick wit was failing her as blood drained from her system. "Sunpaw..." She whispered, pawing his face carefully, "That wolf is gonna kill me... he took daddy's eye..." Her words slurred together, her green eyes half closed with the stress of keeping awake any longer. "I'm so tired, Sunpaw." She purred as if nothing was happening out of the ordinary. She wasn't even sure where she was right now. "Maybe I can take a nap... I do hurt..."
"No, no Rosepaw." He meowed into her ear, trying to keep the urgency out of his voice. He needed her to stay alive now, he could finally remember her again. "You can sleep after we keep this nasty cut cleaned up, now I have to get the big mean wolf out of the way." He crouched low, preparing to spring forward at the wolf. He remembered his name from one of Owlstar's stories. Firewolf. He smirked, this wolf was small. It would be easy to do, and he had a fighter's blood pulsing through his veins every moment. Sunpaw snarled in fury, and lashed forward toward FireWolf's beady eyed face. His claws cut bloody lines into the wolf's face and all he could hear was the probing pound of blood raging in his ears.
Firewolf reared onto his hind legs again, his front ones flailing in the air. He slapped his paws onto his face, trying to dislodge the pest that was taking to to heart to rip apart his undamaged face. The wolf shook his head violently, feeling the claws pierce the vulnerable flesh on his face. The red wolf lashed his head backward, feeling the claws graze his face once more before they left him. He twirled around, his teeth bared in fury. "I was ticked before, cat, but know I'm done right pissed!" Firewolf barked, stalking toward Sunpaw.
Sunpaw's tail lashed and he staggered onto his paws before. A smile was still on his young face. A small set back. But he was ready to win this battle, he stood up, shaking his fur free of debris. He opened his mouth to let out a witty retort when-
Firewolf sprang forward for another attack. He had no time for mindless chit chat, if the deed was to be done it had to be quickly. But his aim was off, and once again he missed the killing blow. Instead, he ravaged Sunpaw's once handsome his nails and teeth scored scarring blows on the young flesh. His strikes even left marks on his chest that was once thrust out so proudly. He took a moment, to step back and admire what wonderful damage he had caused the young cat. But before he could admire what he had he had to wait for the endless shrieking to stop for just a moment. His paw thudded against Sunpaw's head and for a moment the apprentice was stunned into silence.
Sunpaw screeched after a moment of silence, blood rushed down his face. He couldn't see, and all he could smell was his own blood. He had failed. He knew he did. The apprentice tried to shake the blood off of his face, which blossomed up another wave of fierce pain that he swallowed back. Despite the pain that already blurred his vision, he could FireWolf. Standing there. Laughing his heart out at the pain of others. He aimed carefully. Sunpaw didn't think he would get a second shot of what he was about to do. He launched himself forward. He wrung himself completely around FireWolf's neck. It was thick even though, he was such a small wolf. Sunpaw dug his teeth, claws, and anything else he could of use to rip at the wolf's throat. In a limited amount of time, there was a gaping whole, which bled violently.
Firewolf felt every claw mark. Every blow got him closer to death, and he did not want to end up dead like this. Beaten by an apprentice with a mind the size of an acorn. He flailed about but could not dislodge him. FireWolf rolled on the ground, thrashed his head but it all increased his bleeding. He didn't want to die like this, bleeding to death with an apprentice around his neck. Right there, he knew he was losing his mind. He was repeating himself. The small red wolf reared on his hind paws and with one last effort he threw himself back and crashed against the ground. For a millisecond of time, he felt the slight loosening of Sunpaw's grip. He took this small opening of time and lurched forward. He came to his paws in a flurry of paws and fur. The defeated red wolf cast a hate filled glance over his shoulder before racing away, his chest covered in sticky blood. He wondered how long it would take to recover this time...
Sunpaw fell onto his back, teeth bared, ready to fight again. But through his bloody pain, he saw the wolf flee. With his tail between his legs. He let out a huff, which in his pain could be considered a laugh. He heaved himself onto four paws, and dug his aching, battered body to the side of his sister. Her would had stopped bleeding but she looked absolutely terrible. Her eyes were still half closed, and her breathing was shallow. Sunpaw knelt next to her, am exhausted smile on his face. "I got ugly for you, Rosepaw." He meowed sadly.
The tortoiseshell opened her eyes slightly, and looked up at her brother's torn up face. She smiled up at him, her paw touching her face. "You'll always be the handsome one to me, Sunpaw." Rosepaw purred, trying to get up.
"No, Rosepaw. Lay down, catch your breath." He murmured to her, he had to admit he was no better for breath but keeping her here for just a few moments longer wouldn't kill anyone. Sunpaw licked her hot forehead. "But don't leave me, Rosepaw, I just started remembering again..."
