Post by mudmask on Oct 10, 2007 10:49:19 GMT -5
The moonlight from Silverpelt washed the streets in a white shadow. Briar sat in the streets, his pelt shimmered and stood out in the twinkling sky. He felt as if something was coming. Someone was going to just, rip holes into the lives of other cats. I'm not that bloodthirsty am I? he thought. He knew that his mother had twisted him so, and now he could never get out of the deep pit in which she had cast him into. He might as well satisfy his craving and move on. This was his life and he'd have to accept it. He waited silently for someone to walk to him and join his plot of terror.