Post by Cloud of Diamonds on Jul 6, 2010 19:16:10 GMT -5
She was still a bit depressed from earlier, but at least she'd managed to catch a mouse and a sparrow as well as the squirrel. Unusual. Also sickening. At least the sparrow hadn't had fur. But the mouse...the look in its eyes right before she'd killed it. She'd probably imagined it, but even the shape of a possibility was enough to make her want to lose her last meal. Murder. Justifiable murder. That's all it was. Call it survival, call it a noble way of life apart from being a kittypet. It was still killing. Though the tortoiseshell had always felt before that she couldn't take a cat's life, she'd sworn to herself (after killing the mouse) that she would no longer kill furred prey unless the Clan's life depended on it, and to never eat it herself again, even if she was starving.
And of course, the utter hypocrisy of her belief didn't go unnoticed by the apprentice. Before she had died, her mother had only kept her alive by eating killed animals, and some of them had probably had fur. What a grim thought to be kept alive by death. But then, we all are, she reflected glumly. Most cats just don't think about it. Most cats aren't weird enough to think about it. Unlike me. She knew it was just one more thing that made her a freak.
But she tried her best to slip away from her troubling worries, at least for a while. For now she would be a warrior.
Like a small light in a vast, pitch black room, excitement flickered in her heart. She'd done it. In spite of everything, she'd done it.
Oh, she'd had help - Cloudstar mainly. But she had done it. Depressing though life still was, she had that to make her feel better now.
Her orange eyes looked gratefully at the white tom as she sat in front of him, her prey beside her. Despise it though she might, death was her pass into the nest stage of her life, and her new name, whatever it would be.
And of course, the utter hypocrisy of her belief didn't go unnoticed by the apprentice. Before she had died, her mother had only kept her alive by eating killed animals, and some of them had probably had fur. What a grim thought to be kept alive by death. But then, we all are, she reflected glumly. Most cats just don't think about it. Most cats aren't weird enough to think about it. Unlike me. She knew it was just one more thing that made her a freak.
But she tried her best to slip away from her troubling worries, at least for a while. For now she would be a warrior.
Like a small light in a vast, pitch black room, excitement flickered in her heart. She'd done it. In spite of everything, she'd done it.
Oh, she'd had help - Cloudstar mainly. But she had done it. Depressing though life still was, she had that to make her feel better now.
Her orange eyes looked gratefully at the white tom as she sat in front of him, her prey beside her. Despise it though she might, death was her pass into the nest stage of her life, and her new name, whatever it would be.
We have a cbox again and we're opening the place up as a closed, members only rp