Post by .:.S.:.t.:.o.:.r.:.m.:. on Jun 24, 2009 11:24:39 GMT -6
Mapleleaf lunged at an unusually plump mouse, which was hiding behind a large tree root. She sunk her teeth deep into it's neck, killing it instantly. Once she heard the bone crunch, she turned and walked back towards camp with it dangling from her mouth. She was so tempted to devour it right there, but she knew she had to hunt and feed for her Clan before she hunted and fed herself.
When she walked into camp she noticed immediately that it was very quiet, except for a couple of cats that were either just returning from hunting, like herself, or just heading out. She padded over to the fresh-kill pile, placing the plump mouse on top. After that she padded into the Warrior's Den, flicking her tail in recognition to the cats that said hello to her. She settled into her nest, giving her chest fur a few quick licks before wrapping her ginger tail around herself.
Everything was peaceful; neither DeathClan nor SoulClan had attacked eachother for a long time. She hoped that it would stay that way, but, knowing DeathClan, they would ambush their patrols or something. Especially now since they had time to recover and add new members to their Clan due to the long period of time with no fighting. Soon it would be over, and fighting would presume again. You didn't have to be a psychic to know that.
Mapleleaf stood up, stretching first her back, and then her legs. She was going to go out for a little while; to where, she didn't know. Maybe she would hunt again. It was always nice to have more fresh-kill, especially when another Clan always hunted on your territory, making you have to work harder to get a decent amount of meat to eat.
Quietly she padded through SoulClan territory, smiling as she saw how beautiful it was. Even though the fire had not been too long ago, everything seemed to be returned to normal, some things even larger and greener than before. The fire seemed like a distant nightmare to her now; one that you couldn't tell whether it was real or not. But she knew that it was real, other cats had confirmed that. She was just glad that no one of particular importance to her had been killed in it. And, of course, thinking about death reminded her of her deceased kit, Heartkit, who had been mercilessly killed by DeathClan. She snarled at the very thought, forgeting about the tranquility around her.
Just relax, Mapleleaf, she warned herself. Whenever she thought about Heartkit, she always had a series of painful flash-backs of things in her recent, and distant, past. She tried to focus on her original task, hunting, but found it hard to concentrate. For a few minutes she zoned out, her paws leading her to some place that she knew she had been to before, but wasn't exactly sure where it was.
Mapleleaf continued to let her paws guide her, trying to familiarize herself with the land, in case she got lost trying to find her way home. DeathClan scent soon drifted towards her, making her cough a few times. Their reek stunk. Where am I going? She wondered, suddenly anxious. I'm almost at the DeathClan border, and I still have no idea what I'm doing. This can't turn out too well. Mapleleaf suppressed an exasperated sigh, racking her mind for clues.
Just before she was about to cross over to the DeathClan border, which was only a few tail-lengths away, she took a sharp right turn, heading into a tree and bush-filled area. Leaves got stuck in her ginger pelt, and branches pulled it into different directions. This was a place she had never been in before, she didn't even know that it existed. It was in the opposite direction of both camps, and of Twolegplace. Here the territory looked untouched by Twolegs and cats. It was a place that a loner or lost kitty-pet could get stuck in forever and have no one know of their existence.
After a couple of minutes of getting tangled in thorn-vines, having branches fling themselves into your face when you took one wrong paw-step, and constantly having to remove leaves from your coat, Mapleleaf saw something that triggered long-forgotten memories; a clearing. A large clearing, one bigger than SoulClan's camp. It was home to a small stream, which was located on the other side of the clearing, some rabbits and mice, which indicated that there was a lot of prey, and lush green grass. Since it was surrounded by thick trees, it had nearly impenetrable protection from the outside world. It looked like an ideal place for a Clan to have it's camp. But that's not what stunned Mapleleaf. As she walked into the clearing, she was no longer a warrior, but a small kit.
This place is amazing! Mapleleaf thought. Her mother, Lavapelt, a fiery-looking ginger queen with deep amber eyes, had taken her and her two siblings, Snowkit and Firekit, to this place for the first time in their young lives. She had already explained to the three that she had been born here a long time as a loner, long before she had even known what SoulClan was. Lavapelt had decided to take her three kits to the clearing for a little time out of the nursery. She gave them a choice if they didn't want to go, but of course they had all said yes.
"This is really where you were born?" Squeaked Icekit, her green eyes wide in amazement. "It's so pretty!"
"I know, isn't it?" Lavapelt smiled. Firekit and Maplekit played together, tackling eachother and squeaking in excitement when one would pin the other down.
After a little while the excitement died down, all of the kits becoming very tired. Lavapelt flicked her tail from side to side in amusement, beckoning for the kits to come over to her.
"Relax," she said. The kits jumped up and down, their energy slowly fading. Maplekit had stopped long before, though, because she knew the journey home would be a long and tiring one. For the next couple of minutes everything was fine, until she heard her mother yowl, "Run!"
"Why?" Maplekit squealed, astonished. Her mother had never used such a fierce and pleading tone with her before.
"Bad cats are coming," she said, standing up and letting out a loud hiss. "Run all of you!"
Maplekit, Firekit, and Icekit ran, until they were half-way back to the camp. Then one of the bad cats her mother had mentioned grabbed Firekit by the leg, dragging him away, his cries becoming distant. Icekit and Maplekit kept running, for they knew that their brother was long gone. Then the cat came back, taking Icekit this time.
Maplekit kept running, the camp finally coming into sight. The cat didn't come for her and take her away, like her brother and sister, but that didn't stop her from living a large part of her life in fear and misery. None of them had ever returned.
Mapleleaf opened her blazing evergreen eyes, scanning the clearing again. Everything looked fine, which was something she had not expected. Even when something to catostrophic had happened, nothing changed. The world just kept turning.
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Word count? 1,225. I think I can safely say I obliterated you all. XD
When she walked into camp she noticed immediately that it was very quiet, except for a couple of cats that were either just returning from hunting, like herself, or just heading out. She padded over to the fresh-kill pile, placing the plump mouse on top. After that she padded into the Warrior's Den, flicking her tail in recognition to the cats that said hello to her. She settled into her nest, giving her chest fur a few quick licks before wrapping her ginger tail around herself.
Everything was peaceful; neither DeathClan nor SoulClan had attacked eachother for a long time. She hoped that it would stay that way, but, knowing DeathClan, they would ambush their patrols or something. Especially now since they had time to recover and add new members to their Clan due to the long period of time with no fighting. Soon it would be over, and fighting would presume again. You didn't have to be a psychic to know that.
Mapleleaf stood up, stretching first her back, and then her legs. She was going to go out for a little while; to where, she didn't know. Maybe she would hunt again. It was always nice to have more fresh-kill, especially when another Clan always hunted on your territory, making you have to work harder to get a decent amount of meat to eat.
Quietly she padded through SoulClan territory, smiling as she saw how beautiful it was. Even though the fire had not been too long ago, everything seemed to be returned to normal, some things even larger and greener than before. The fire seemed like a distant nightmare to her now; one that you couldn't tell whether it was real or not. But she knew that it was real, other cats had confirmed that. She was just glad that no one of particular importance to her had been killed in it. And, of course, thinking about death reminded her of her deceased kit, Heartkit, who had been mercilessly killed by DeathClan. She snarled at the very thought, forgeting about the tranquility around her.
Just relax, Mapleleaf, she warned herself. Whenever she thought about Heartkit, she always had a series of painful flash-backs of things in her recent, and distant, past. She tried to focus on her original task, hunting, but found it hard to concentrate. For a few minutes she zoned out, her paws leading her to some place that she knew she had been to before, but wasn't exactly sure where it was.
Mapleleaf continued to let her paws guide her, trying to familiarize herself with the land, in case she got lost trying to find her way home. DeathClan scent soon drifted towards her, making her cough a few times. Their reek stunk. Where am I going? She wondered, suddenly anxious. I'm almost at the DeathClan border, and I still have no idea what I'm doing. This can't turn out too well. Mapleleaf suppressed an exasperated sigh, racking her mind for clues.
Just before she was about to cross over to the DeathClan border, which was only a few tail-lengths away, she took a sharp right turn, heading into a tree and bush-filled area. Leaves got stuck in her ginger pelt, and branches pulled it into different directions. This was a place she had never been in before, she didn't even know that it existed. It was in the opposite direction of both camps, and of Twolegplace. Here the territory looked untouched by Twolegs and cats. It was a place that a loner or lost kitty-pet could get stuck in forever and have no one know of their existence.
After a couple of minutes of getting tangled in thorn-vines, having branches fling themselves into your face when you took one wrong paw-step, and constantly having to remove leaves from your coat, Mapleleaf saw something that triggered long-forgotten memories; a clearing. A large clearing, one bigger than SoulClan's camp. It was home to a small stream, which was located on the other side of the clearing, some rabbits and mice, which indicated that there was a lot of prey, and lush green grass. Since it was surrounded by thick trees, it had nearly impenetrable protection from the outside world. It looked like an ideal place for a Clan to have it's camp. But that's not what stunned Mapleleaf. As she walked into the clearing, she was no longer a warrior, but a small kit.
This place is amazing! Mapleleaf thought. Her mother, Lavapelt, a fiery-looking ginger queen with deep amber eyes, had taken her and her two siblings, Snowkit and Firekit, to this place for the first time in their young lives. She had already explained to the three that she had been born here a long time as a loner, long before she had even known what SoulClan was. Lavapelt had decided to take her three kits to the clearing for a little time out of the nursery. She gave them a choice if they didn't want to go, but of course they had all said yes.
"This is really where you were born?" Squeaked Icekit, her green eyes wide in amazement. "It's so pretty!"
"I know, isn't it?" Lavapelt smiled. Firekit and Maplekit played together, tackling eachother and squeaking in excitement when one would pin the other down.
After a little while the excitement died down, all of the kits becoming very tired. Lavapelt flicked her tail from side to side in amusement, beckoning for the kits to come over to her.
"Relax," she said. The kits jumped up and down, their energy slowly fading. Maplekit had stopped long before, though, because she knew the journey home would be a long and tiring one. For the next couple of minutes everything was fine, until she heard her mother yowl, "Run!"
"Why?" Maplekit squealed, astonished. Her mother had never used such a fierce and pleading tone with her before.
"Bad cats are coming," she said, standing up and letting out a loud hiss. "Run all of you!"
Maplekit, Firekit, and Icekit ran, until they were half-way back to the camp. Then one of the bad cats her mother had mentioned grabbed Firekit by the leg, dragging him away, his cries becoming distant. Icekit and Maplekit kept running, for they knew that their brother was long gone. Then the cat came back, taking Icekit this time.
Maplekit kept running, the camp finally coming into sight. The cat didn't come for her and take her away, like her brother and sister, but that didn't stop her from living a large part of her life in fear and misery. None of them had ever returned.
Mapleleaf opened her blazing evergreen eyes, scanning the clearing again. Everything looked fine, which was something she had not expected. Even when something to catostrophic had happened, nothing changed. The world just kept turning.
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Word count? 1,225. I think I can safely say I obliterated you all. XD
