Post by Silvercloud on Dec 22, 2009 13:10:44 GMT -5
Silent as the grave a large tuxedo she-cat padded beneath great, towering pines with their needles of forever green. Beneath her paws was a thick carpet of copper needles that crunched lightly under her weight. The needles felt good, they were cool and springy, though they did prick at times. Prey scattered from her but she didn't care. She wasn't hunting, prey at least. She was tracking and the scent was getting stronger. The muscular she-cat slowed her pace and walked normally, her ears swiveling acting like a radar system. The scent trail stopped at a small hole to small for her large frame to fit through. A slender and more petite warrior could fit however. The ebony warrior snorted and decided to wait for her 'prey' to reappear. Venemous green eyes looked around for a decent hiding spot and she settled on a Holly bush.
The dark green, waxy leaves scraped and snagged on her long fur. A snarl and a look of disgust plastered to her face as she fought to get under the prickly plant. Blackwing crouched down and settled down to wait. Her mind began to wonder and her attention wavered as she became too concerned with her thoughts. Blackwing was mulling over recent events. Blackstar had disappeared and Smallstar had been StarClan's chosen leader. StarClan blah. Who's stupid idea had it been to worship the deceased? Why did those brainwashed fools even believe that the deceased even had power? Who cared what they thought, they were dead. They believed just like she did, they all feared their wraith and power. Tales have been told for countless seasons. Whether or not these tales were just to scare kits she couldn't say and wasn't about to prove them wrong. Hot, fiery anger flowed through her as she returned to Smallstar. She should have been Deputy, not Miragesoul. Now the hierarchy was going to follow pathetic ThunderClan's soft policy of acceptance. A roar of out rage escaped from her mouth before she could suppress the feeling. ShadowClan was a Clan to be feared, not befriended! There was no way however that she could have become Deputy, she hadn't had an apprentice. Perhaps she should ask Smallstar for one. Maybe she could join with another cat and they could one day take over the clan by force, though that had been tried already. Then again that was for the whole forest, she just wanted the clan.
Blackwing was shaken from her thoughts when a crow gave an alarmed cry as if took to the skies. Blackwing snorted and looked around. How long had she been here? Nightpaw's scent was fresh again. Mouse dung she had day dreamed and missed her, again! Oh well no matter. She could try again later. She should hunt and give the Clan an excuse for her absence. Not that it really mattered since she wasn't the Deputy or had an apprentice. The large cat slowly started to rise and back out of her hiding spot. She was sore and stiff from sitting for so long. Her belly was covered in holly leaves. She would remove them later.
The tempting scent of squirrel filled her nose and her mouth began to water. Squirrels weren't as common among the pines. She stretched and quickly began to track the prey down. It didn't take long to find it. This squirrel was very plump, it give birth recently or was going to. Her claws slid out of their sheaths and she collected herself, ready to pounce. She could easily make the distance with one powerful pounce, but she would wait. If this animal had kits of its own it would mean more food for the clan. Leafbare was coming soon so the clan would need more food. The squirrel was rummaging among the needles then suddenly darted up the tree? Why? she hadn't moved and she was down wind... a flash of black and white gave her the answer. The tiny cat climbed up the lonely oak with surprising speed and agility. Then again the branches were so close together low it would make it easy.
The small cat however she realized was her sister Nightpaw. Horror wracked her body as she watched, transfixed and glued to the spot. Blackwing finally managed a few choked words out. "Nightpaw, get down here, before something happens." "You worry too much besides I almost got it. Huh?" "Nightpaw!" Blackwing walked closer to the base of the tree, finally able to move. She looked on as she watched Nightpaw stop and look into a hole, where the squirrel probably disappeared.
What happened next seemed to last for moons, yet it was only a few heart beats. Something happened and Nightpaw began to fall. Fear had her rooted the spot. Out of Blackwing's life thus far, very few things had ever evoked so much fear or other visible emotion out of her. Blackwing was a cat that kept her feelings hidden. She even seldom revealed the queenly instinct she felt toward Nightpaw. She was fiercely protective of her as well as a boundless river of love for her. "No!" Blackwing's caterwaul probably echoed around the whole territory, it was so full of pain. Blackwing sprang into action and began to race up the tree hoping to catch her sister. Her green eyes seemed to hardly move from their target. Blackwing stopped and held out a paw hoping to snag her sister. She was just a hair too late. Black wing stared after her in horror, unable to accept and comprehend the fact that she had missed.
Nightpaw stared down into the hole, curiosity getting the better of her. She ignored her sister. Inside the hole was a nest and hairless kits. Without warning something flew at her face and pain washed over her. The squirrel had attacked her and was using its teeth and claws to defend its nest and kits. The squirrel was biting painfully into her ear while one paw tore at her face. The creature had tiny claws which wouldn't amount to much damage, but still the pain was unbearable. She shook her head, trying to dislodge her assailant. The branch however wasn't very wide and she misstepped, her paw finding nothing but air. Shaking her head had upset her balance and she fell backward. Nightpaw tried to find a branch to grab. She felt like she was falling in an endless abyss of black. By some miracle she landed on a branch. Pain shot her her abdomen as she dangled over the branch. Some time during the whole thing she lost the squirrel. Nightpaw's head spun and she slipped into black nothingness.
The dark green, waxy leaves scraped and snagged on her long fur. A snarl and a look of disgust plastered to her face as she fought to get under the prickly plant. Blackwing crouched down and settled down to wait. Her mind began to wonder and her attention wavered as she became too concerned with her thoughts. Blackwing was mulling over recent events. Blackstar had disappeared and Smallstar had been StarClan's chosen leader. StarClan blah. Who's stupid idea had it been to worship the deceased? Why did those brainwashed fools even believe that the deceased even had power? Who cared what they thought, they were dead. They believed just like she did, they all feared their wraith and power. Tales have been told for countless seasons. Whether or not these tales were just to scare kits she couldn't say and wasn't about to prove them wrong. Hot, fiery anger flowed through her as she returned to Smallstar. She should have been Deputy, not Miragesoul. Now the hierarchy was going to follow pathetic ThunderClan's soft policy of acceptance. A roar of out rage escaped from her mouth before she could suppress the feeling. ShadowClan was a Clan to be feared, not befriended! There was no way however that she could have become Deputy, she hadn't had an apprentice. Perhaps she should ask Smallstar for one. Maybe she could join with another cat and they could one day take over the clan by force, though that had been tried already. Then again that was for the whole forest, she just wanted the clan.
Blackwing was shaken from her thoughts when a crow gave an alarmed cry as if took to the skies. Blackwing snorted and looked around. How long had she been here? Nightpaw's scent was fresh again. Mouse dung she had day dreamed and missed her, again! Oh well no matter. She could try again later. She should hunt and give the Clan an excuse for her absence. Not that it really mattered since she wasn't the Deputy or had an apprentice. The large cat slowly started to rise and back out of her hiding spot. She was sore and stiff from sitting for so long. Her belly was covered in holly leaves. She would remove them later.
The tempting scent of squirrel filled her nose and her mouth began to water. Squirrels weren't as common among the pines. She stretched and quickly began to track the prey down. It didn't take long to find it. This squirrel was very plump, it give birth recently or was going to. Her claws slid out of their sheaths and she collected herself, ready to pounce. She could easily make the distance with one powerful pounce, but she would wait. If this animal had kits of its own it would mean more food for the clan. Leafbare was coming soon so the clan would need more food. The squirrel was rummaging among the needles then suddenly darted up the tree? Why? she hadn't moved and she was down wind... a flash of black and white gave her the answer. The tiny cat climbed up the lonely oak with surprising speed and agility. Then again the branches were so close together low it would make it easy.
The small cat however she realized was her sister Nightpaw. Horror wracked her body as she watched, transfixed and glued to the spot. Blackwing finally managed a few choked words out. "Nightpaw, get down here, before something happens." "You worry too much besides I almost got it. Huh?" "Nightpaw!" Blackwing walked closer to the base of the tree, finally able to move. She looked on as she watched Nightpaw stop and look into a hole, where the squirrel probably disappeared.
What happened next seemed to last for moons, yet it was only a few heart beats. Something happened and Nightpaw began to fall. Fear had her rooted the spot. Out of Blackwing's life thus far, very few things had ever evoked so much fear or other visible emotion out of her. Blackwing was a cat that kept her feelings hidden. She even seldom revealed the queenly instinct she felt toward Nightpaw. She was fiercely protective of her as well as a boundless river of love for her. "No!" Blackwing's caterwaul probably echoed around the whole territory, it was so full of pain. Blackwing sprang into action and began to race up the tree hoping to catch her sister. Her green eyes seemed to hardly move from their target. Blackwing stopped and held out a paw hoping to snag her sister. She was just a hair too late. Black wing stared after her in horror, unable to accept and comprehend the fact that she had missed.
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Nightpaw stared down into the hole, curiosity getting the better of her. She ignored her sister. Inside the hole was a nest and hairless kits. Without warning something flew at her face and pain washed over her. The squirrel had attacked her and was using its teeth and claws to defend its nest and kits. The squirrel was biting painfully into her ear while one paw tore at her face. The creature had tiny claws which wouldn't amount to much damage, but still the pain was unbearable. She shook her head, trying to dislodge her assailant. The branch however wasn't very wide and she misstepped, her paw finding nothing but air. Shaking her head had upset her balance and she fell backward. Nightpaw tried to find a branch to grab. She felt like she was falling in an endless abyss of black. By some miracle she landed on a branch. Pain shot her her abdomen as she dangled over the branch. Some time during the whole thing she lost the squirrel. Nightpaw's head spun and she slipped into black nothingness.
