Post by Deleted on Dec 25, 2009 11:42:53 GMT -8
The tom wanted to see the creek, see it freeze over. He always enjoyed putting a paw on the ice and watched it creak, and watch the bubbles move through. He loved it.
He still acted like a kit at times, even though he tries to be so bold, tries to prove that toms are better than she-cats. That she-cats should not be leaders, should not even exist, except for kits.
He laughed to himself as he thought of all the leaders being she-cats.
"Everything is going to go down hill."
He whispered to himself.
He slid his paws against the ground, feeling the frost cover the moor. He enjoyed the feeling, and always did that when leaf-bare came.
He loved the cold, unlike others. He loved the feeling of less prey, a need to actually try to survive.
He loved how crisis' came, so he could prove he could solve them before any she-cat.
Right when he was about to arrive at the creek, he saw a she-cat slid against the ice with a giggle. She white white, with spots. Tan, cream, and brown. Her eyes sparkled, they were so bright. But what was wrong with the picture? She was well fed. She was plump.
He let out a sly smile.
"Kittypet."
He murmured.
He slid silently on the moor, knowing there was no bushes, or trees to hide behind. He would have to rely on silence. Slow movements.
He watched the she-cat keep sliding on the ice, giggling, not even knowing he was there.
At the right moment, he lunged out at her, bowling her over on the ice.
The she-cat stopped giggling and stared at him, and mew'd happily.
"Hi!"
The tom grinned.
"Hi, what's a pretty she-cat like you doin' around here?"
The she-cat shrugged.
"Fun!"
His paws gave in, the ice gave in, a big creaking noise was going under him. He knew what that meant. The ice was about to break.
This was too much weight. Now, what will he do?
Will he stay where he is?
Will he jump off and leave the she-cat to die?
All he did was stay there, for he had no time to jump before the ice gave in, crashing both of the cats in the ice-cold water.
[/center]He still acted like a kit at times, even though he tries to be so bold, tries to prove that toms are better than she-cats. That she-cats should not be leaders, should not even exist, except for kits.
He laughed to himself as he thought of all the leaders being she-cats.
"Everything is going to go down hill."
He whispered to himself.
He slid his paws against the ground, feeling the frost cover the moor. He enjoyed the feeling, and always did that when leaf-bare came.
He loved the cold, unlike others. He loved the feeling of less prey, a need to actually try to survive.
He loved how crisis' came, so he could prove he could solve them before any she-cat.
Right when he was about to arrive at the creek, he saw a she-cat slid against the ice with a giggle. She white white, with spots. Tan, cream, and brown. Her eyes sparkled, they were so bright. But what was wrong with the picture? She was well fed. She was plump.
He let out a sly smile.
"Kittypet."
He murmured.
He slid silently on the moor, knowing there was no bushes, or trees to hide behind. He would have to rely on silence. Slow movements.
He watched the she-cat keep sliding on the ice, giggling, not even knowing he was there.
At the right moment, he lunged out at her, bowling her over on the ice.
The she-cat stopped giggling and stared at him, and mew'd happily.
"Hi!"
The tom grinned.
"Hi, what's a pretty she-cat like you doin' around here?"
The she-cat shrugged.
"Fun!"
His paws gave in, the ice gave in, a big creaking noise was going under him. He knew what that meant. The ice was about to break.
This was too much weight. Now, what will he do?
Will he stay where he is?
Will he jump off and leave the she-cat to die?
All he did was stay there, for he had no time to jump before the ice gave in, crashing both of the cats in the ice-cold water.
