Post by Darkie on Aug 9, 2008 12:50:08 GMT -5
Another nightmare. What was with these nightmares recently? It was draining the life away from this poor, black cat. It was like he was being punished for something, something he was unsure of, and had to find out. What could have he done to deserve something like this? Yes, maybe he thought many things.... and wished he could do them, and become powerful... but this was unbearable, and he was still pretty much in the closet to even be suspected of anything.
His muscles flexed as he sat, perched upon a medium sized rock in the middle of the RiverClan territory. His home, his love, and soon to be his kingdom, in his eyes. Why was this always things that haunted him. It was no mere desire anymore, but a addiction, and he was glued to the fact he wanted to be mighty and strong and respected. Hopping gracefully down onto the dirt, he slithered in the grass a bit. Darkheart was on hunting duty, and he was already wasting enough time.
His ears only twitched to his right as he could hear it, the soft claws upon rock. Crawling in the grass, he didn't even have to try hard not to make a sound, already as sneaky as a murderer. Raising his hind legs, his tail high in the air, he pounced, getting a hold of the little mouse in his jaws by the neck, killing it quickly.
His muscles flexed as he sat, perched upon a medium sized rock in the middle of the RiverClan territory. His home, his love, and soon to be his kingdom, in his eyes. Why was this always things that haunted him. It was no mere desire anymore, but a addiction, and he was glued to the fact he wanted to be mighty and strong and respected. Hopping gracefully down onto the dirt, he slithered in the grass a bit. Darkheart was on hunting duty, and he was already wasting enough time.
His ears only twitched to his right as he could hear it, the soft claws upon rock. Crawling in the grass, he didn't even have to try hard not to make a sound, already as sneaky as a murderer. Raising his hind legs, his tail high in the air, he pounced, getting a hold of the little mouse in his jaws by the neck, killing it quickly.