Post by Tiger-chan on Feb 10, 2011 2:14:08 GMT
Shoulders hunched, Fearstar slunk out of camp, dull gold eyes darted back and forth, watching, almost like he was expecting something to jump out and attack him. Though his body language showed that he was fearful, his eyes held every emotion in, and he never let anything out. He moved at a relatively quick walk, keeping his paws close to the ground as he took the usual long strides.
Seemingly out of nowhere, a group of three young apprentices trotted through the light forest, laughing and having a good time. They're were two males and a female. That's when Fearstar realized something: he was the same size as the apprentices, like he was one of them as well. With a slight, but almost unnoticeable frown, the tom pressed himself into the nearest bush, completely ignoring the hate flaring within him as he felt thorns cutting into his flank.
But this anger was not caused by the thorns; it was something deep down inside of him, that flared like a fire, something he hadn't felt in so long. As the apprentices got closer, Fearstar knew that something was wrong with him. He was never like this, never. He closed his eyes tightly for a moment, taking a deep breath, then reopening his dull orbs.
The group of cats were getting closer now, and he was still filled with the icy feeling of hate. The blood seemed to freeze in his veins, threatening to freeze his insides. Without even making a movement, or so he thought, Fearstar began to slink out of the bush, coming into the view of the apprentices, who responded with a laugh.
Low to the ground as always, he barred his sharp white teeth, only receiving a couple smirks and a chuckle from the other cats. "Oh Fearpaw, why do you have to be so stupid? I mean, you always looks so scared, that must be why your mother called you Fearkit!" It was as if the male apprentice had never realized what Fearstar/paw's name was. The other apprentices snickered and took a step toward the leader/apprentice.
Acting on instinct, Fearstar took a couple steps back, continuing to bare his teeth, but the apprentices keep their advances, laughing all the while. Finally, he found himself backed against a large cedar tree, which must have been the beginning of Cedar Ridge. "Fearpaw, it's time we put you in your place..." The lead tom leaped at the other tom with almost no warning besides his steely voice.
Before he even registered the attack, Fearstar was laying on the ground, his flank bloody. The other cats laughed even harder now, like they were hysterical. Trying to ignore the searing pain in his side, the tom got to his paws; shaking, but steady at the same time. That's when he felt something beat inside of him, almost like his heart gave out.
The icy feeling in his veins disappeared and a cold look entered his dull eyes, giving him a somewhat evil look. His black smoke fur stood on end as he unsheathed his deadly claws, ready to strike at any moment. "No, Fernpaw. It's time for me to put you in your place." Fearstar's voice was distant, and he felt like he wasn't even saying anything. He was just out of it.
The "apprentice" held up a paw and flexed his sharp claws threateningly. With a screech of pure rage, he lunged for Fernpaw, ripping at the apprentice's throat with his claws. Fernpaw's blue eyes widened as Fearstar's claws slashed across his throat and collapsed to the ground. The tom was in so much pain that he couldn't feel anything, and he just laid on the ground, blood seeping from his neck.
The other two cats let out growls and surprised yelps, both leaping for Fearstar at the same time. The other tom landed on his back, and the she-cat batted at his hind legs. Another screech bellowed from the double-teamed tom as he rolled to the side, shaking the cat off his back. Whipping around, his claws struck the face of the male apprentice, causing him to stumble to the ground by Fernpaw, who was gasping for breath.
Fearstar then turned swiftly to glare at the she-cat who remained standing, who was now cowering by a nearby cedar tree. Why she never ran was a mystery to him. She was crouching down and shuddering, her brown tabby fur quivering. Like a heartless monster, the black smoke slowly padded towards her, his eyes unreadable, but full of hate at the same time. "Please Fearpaw, I never made fun of you like they did... You have to spare me..."
Fearstar never paused as he continued to walk in her direction until he was almost nose to nose with her. "Shellpaw, you are one of them." His voice came in a breath as he then reached down with his paws and slashed up her stomach. She gasped and fell to the ground, whimpering. As if coming out of a trance, Fearstar blink rapidly and looked at the gory sight that he had just created.
The three other cats were going to live, after all, he didn't hurt them enough kill them. All of a sudden, the world began to spin and turn black. The black smoke turned in circles trying to figure out what was going on, and then a deep voice erupted from the darkness.
"Fearpaw! What have you done to them!? What were you thinking?! You monster!" The voice faded and another took it's place, this time female. "I always knew you were disturbed, you little freak. How could you do this to them?!" Tears streamed down Fearstar's cheeks and he wished that he had parents to comfort him, but he had no one, not even his own sister, of whom he recognized the female voice.
He felt so alone and hopeless. The world stopped spinning and he was left in pure darkness. "Why me!" His cry could be heard by no one as he wailed and cried. That's when something dawned on Fearstar. If he took all of these loose emotions and sealed them in, things like this would never happen again. He had vowed to do this after his parents were killed, but he found himself sneaking the occasional smile from himself.
When he finally calmed down, the world spun around again and began to turn white, eventually fading into the inside of his den. Fearstar sat slowly, blinking his dull gold eyes a couple times. It was just a dream, no, not a dream; a nightmare. I just relived my terrible past... And that is why I try not to sleep as much as possible...
The leader held a flat/depressed look in his eyes as he rose to his paws, hunched his shoulders and padded out of his den, dull gold orbs watching the ground, reviewing his nightmare silently.
Seemingly out of nowhere, a group of three young apprentices trotted through the light forest, laughing and having a good time. They're were two males and a female. That's when Fearstar realized something: he was the same size as the apprentices, like he was one of them as well. With a slight, but almost unnoticeable frown, the tom pressed himself into the nearest bush, completely ignoring the hate flaring within him as he felt thorns cutting into his flank.
But this anger was not caused by the thorns; it was something deep down inside of him, that flared like a fire, something he hadn't felt in so long. As the apprentices got closer, Fearstar knew that something was wrong with him. He was never like this, never. He closed his eyes tightly for a moment, taking a deep breath, then reopening his dull orbs.
The group of cats were getting closer now, and he was still filled with the icy feeling of hate. The blood seemed to freeze in his veins, threatening to freeze his insides. Without even making a movement, or so he thought, Fearstar began to slink out of the bush, coming into the view of the apprentices, who responded with a laugh.
Low to the ground as always, he barred his sharp white teeth, only receiving a couple smirks and a chuckle from the other cats. "Oh Fearpaw, why do you have to be so stupid? I mean, you always looks so scared, that must be why your mother called you Fearkit!" It was as if the male apprentice had never realized what Fearstar/paw's name was. The other apprentices snickered and took a step toward the leader/apprentice.
Acting on instinct, Fearstar took a couple steps back, continuing to bare his teeth, but the apprentices keep their advances, laughing all the while. Finally, he found himself backed against a large cedar tree, which must have been the beginning of Cedar Ridge. "Fearpaw, it's time we put you in your place..." The lead tom leaped at the other tom with almost no warning besides his steely voice.
Before he even registered the attack, Fearstar was laying on the ground, his flank bloody. The other cats laughed even harder now, like they were hysterical. Trying to ignore the searing pain in his side, the tom got to his paws; shaking, but steady at the same time. That's when he felt something beat inside of him, almost like his heart gave out.
The icy feeling in his veins disappeared and a cold look entered his dull eyes, giving him a somewhat evil look. His black smoke fur stood on end as he unsheathed his deadly claws, ready to strike at any moment. "No, Fernpaw. It's time for me to put you in your place." Fearstar's voice was distant, and he felt like he wasn't even saying anything. He was just out of it.
The "apprentice" held up a paw and flexed his sharp claws threateningly. With a screech of pure rage, he lunged for Fernpaw, ripping at the apprentice's throat with his claws. Fernpaw's blue eyes widened as Fearstar's claws slashed across his throat and collapsed to the ground. The tom was in so much pain that he couldn't feel anything, and he just laid on the ground, blood seeping from his neck.
The other two cats let out growls and surprised yelps, both leaping for Fearstar at the same time. The other tom landed on his back, and the she-cat batted at his hind legs. Another screech bellowed from the double-teamed tom as he rolled to the side, shaking the cat off his back. Whipping around, his claws struck the face of the male apprentice, causing him to stumble to the ground by Fernpaw, who was gasping for breath.
Fearstar then turned swiftly to glare at the she-cat who remained standing, who was now cowering by a nearby cedar tree. Why she never ran was a mystery to him. She was crouching down and shuddering, her brown tabby fur quivering. Like a heartless monster, the black smoke slowly padded towards her, his eyes unreadable, but full of hate at the same time. "Please Fearpaw, I never made fun of you like they did... You have to spare me..."
Fearstar never paused as he continued to walk in her direction until he was almost nose to nose with her. "Shellpaw, you are one of them." His voice came in a breath as he then reached down with his paws and slashed up her stomach. She gasped and fell to the ground, whimpering. As if coming out of a trance, Fearstar blink rapidly and looked at the gory sight that he had just created.
The three other cats were going to live, after all, he didn't hurt them enough kill them. All of a sudden, the world began to spin and turn black. The black smoke turned in circles trying to figure out what was going on, and then a deep voice erupted from the darkness.
"Fearpaw! What have you done to them!? What were you thinking?! You monster!" The voice faded and another took it's place, this time female. "I always knew you were disturbed, you little freak. How could you do this to them?!" Tears streamed down Fearstar's cheeks and he wished that he had parents to comfort him, but he had no one, not even his own sister, of whom he recognized the female voice.
He felt so alone and hopeless. The world stopped spinning and he was left in pure darkness. "Why me!" His cry could be heard by no one as he wailed and cried. That's when something dawned on Fearstar. If he took all of these loose emotions and sealed them in, things like this would never happen again. He had vowed to do this after his parents were killed, but he found himself sneaking the occasional smile from himself.
When he finally calmed down, the world spun around again and began to turn white, eventually fading into the inside of his den. Fearstar sat slowly, blinking his dull gold eyes a couple times. It was just a dream, no, not a dream; a nightmare. I just relived my terrible past... And that is why I try not to sleep as much as possible...
The leader held a flat/depressed look in his eyes as he rose to his paws, hunched his shoulders and padded out of his den, dull gold orbs watching the ground, reviewing his nightmare silently.
