Post by Alo on Jun 6, 2016 13:04:03 GMT -7
 I was just a product of the street youth rage Born in this world without a voice or say. The white tom stood out on his perch of dark rocks, basking in the sun where he'd escaped to. However long he gave himself to adjust to it, living around so many cats was tiring. He quickly grew short with his companions when spending so much time among them, and slipped off more than he knew he should be. The sun was delightfully warm against his fur, the stone more relaxing than his den, now crowded with it's attempts to house four cats. He kept his ears perked for the sound of an approaching patrol; even he wasn't cocky enough to believe he could defend himself against an entire patrol of Clan-cats. They acted like they were merciful, refusing to take lives. Leaving those they hurt wounded and alone and helplessly alive, continuing to suffer. No, mercy was sparing your opponent grief and struggle, and those outside their close-knit groups certainly knew that. No one else had taken up arms, no one had the courage to turn against them, however quietly it started. So he had. He wasn't fighting with his claws sheathed, and the clan cats were going to feel every blow that landed upon them. Loners and rouges agreeing with him, fighting with him, were all well and good. But could he turn a Clan-cat against their own? Their family and friends? Could he drive someone to switch sides entirely..? (Aiming for either a patrol / other loner / wandering kittypet to happen upon here, I really just wanna mess around and see how writing for him's gonna work, not really anything big.) @anyone | 249 Words | This would be longer but i'm stuck ^^' |
credit to nat of adoxography.
