Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2009 7:03:58 GMT -8
The little kit looked around, knowing she was prisoned. She has been prisoned for so long, that she almost forgot what her mother and father looked like. She wanted to escape, even though they treated the kits rather well.
She remembers her father talking about protecting them from a cat, a cat named Leo. Was it this she-cat? She heard the lbig black tom call her Leo, but that doesn't mean it was her, right?
She knew one thing, she wanted to escape. Why? When ever her siblings slept, she pretended, wanting to know why she was here. She didn't hear much, but she did hear the tom say something about taking over all the clans in the forest.
What is a clan? She doesn't remember learning about clans. She might not know what they are, but she does know that it doesn't sound good.
She knew that something was wrong, something didn't feel right. She figured that her and her siblings were in trouble, or soon to be.
It was true, she thought way too much, but what else could she do? It seemed if she was the smartest one out of the bunch, at least she thought so.
Her crystal gaze moved to the night sky, seeing millions of stars. Every night, she saw a star, a star that stayed in one place, that shone brighter than all the others. That star, was called the Golden Light, at least she called it that.
While she stared at the star, she always thought, thought about this place, why she was there.
Today, would be the day that she will escape, the day she will leave. She wasn't sure how, she wasn't sure if she should bring her siblings.
Her head swung back and forth, making herself rather confused, or puzzled. She made her eyes go back to the Golden Light, her mouth openning in a soft sigh.
She closed her eyes for a short moment, her mind whirling of the past, memories, about Clear and her mother, Venus.
She remembered being taken away, she remembered her father fighting, Venus shivering with fear. She heard hisses, paw-steps thundering the earth, shouting. She didn't remember seeing anything, that was fuzzy, but she remembered what she heard.
She heard a loud hiss, outrage, bitten replies. The sound of her father scream and shout, the squeals of her siblings, the shaken up voice of her mother. She even heard yowls of familar cats.. that sounded like Leo and Cicatrice.
She openned her eyes, shaking her head back and forth. She stood up, her fur fluffed up. Her eyes were wide, mixture of fear and triumph, and even rage. How dare did she get stolen, how dare they hurt her father!
She couldn't be nice Flora anymore, she has to be mean, she has to escape, for the sake of herself, and her siblings. Most importantly, for the sake of her father.
Her gaze shifted in her sockets, staring left to right, making sure no one was near. She wasn't sure if anyone was, since her gaze was filled pitch black. Not because she was blind, not that she was, but because she was shaken up with rage, fear.
She moved over to the side of the den, or at least, what they called a den, and sniffed around for a hole, somewhere she could escape. She noticed how layered the den was made, which she could easily climb over.
Her eyes closed in slits, as she tried to make her way up the den, only to fall down on her side, with a large thump. She squeaked, but shook her multi-colored pelt.
She then tried to make her way up the pieces of wood and moss once more.
She remembers her father talking about protecting them from a cat, a cat named Leo. Was it this she-cat? She heard the lbig black tom call her Leo, but that doesn't mean it was her, right?
She knew one thing, she wanted to escape. Why? When ever her siblings slept, she pretended, wanting to know why she was here. She didn't hear much, but she did hear the tom say something about taking over all the clans in the forest.
What is a clan? She doesn't remember learning about clans. She might not know what they are, but she does know that it doesn't sound good.
She knew that something was wrong, something didn't feel right. She figured that her and her siblings were in trouble, or soon to be.
It was true, she thought way too much, but what else could she do? It seemed if she was the smartest one out of the bunch, at least she thought so.
Her crystal gaze moved to the night sky, seeing millions of stars. Every night, she saw a star, a star that stayed in one place, that shone brighter than all the others. That star, was called the Golden Light, at least she called it that.
While she stared at the star, she always thought, thought about this place, why she was there.
Today, would be the day that she will escape, the day she will leave. She wasn't sure how, she wasn't sure if she should bring her siblings.
Her head swung back and forth, making herself rather confused, or puzzled. She made her eyes go back to the Golden Light, her mouth openning in a soft sigh.
She closed her eyes for a short moment, her mind whirling of the past, memories, about Clear and her mother, Venus.
She remembered being taken away, she remembered her father fighting, Venus shivering with fear. She heard hisses, paw-steps thundering the earth, shouting. She didn't remember seeing anything, that was fuzzy, but she remembered what she heard.
She heard a loud hiss, outrage, bitten replies. The sound of her father scream and shout, the squeals of her siblings, the shaken up voice of her mother. She even heard yowls of familar cats.. that sounded like Leo and Cicatrice.
She openned her eyes, shaking her head back and forth. She stood up, her fur fluffed up. Her eyes were wide, mixture of fear and triumph, and even rage. How dare did she get stolen, how dare they hurt her father!
She couldn't be nice Flora anymore, she has to be mean, she has to escape, for the sake of herself, and her siblings. Most importantly, for the sake of her father.
Her gaze shifted in her sockets, staring left to right, making sure no one was near. She wasn't sure if anyone was, since her gaze was filled pitch black. Not because she was blind, not that she was, but because she was shaken up with rage, fear.
She moved over to the side of the den, or at least, what they called a den, and sniffed around for a hole, somewhere she could escape. She noticed how layered the den was made, which she could easily climb over.
Her eyes closed in slits, as she tried to make her way up the den, only to fall down on her side, with a large thump. She squeaked, but shook her multi-colored pelt.
She then tried to make her way up the pieces of wood and moss once more.
