Post by Bird on Oct 28, 2014 21:51:40 GMT
Light up the sky
A warriors fanfic by Birdy
Stars twinkled, dancing and hovering over the sky like flecks of diamonds. They twinkled and shone through the dark of the light like beacons in the night sky. A cool, warm air twisted and wound it's way through the forest.
Clouds floated peacefully in the sky. Trees stretched high into the night sky, their leaves like blankets spreading over the sky. The air was still and quiet. The occassional twitter and the chirp of crickets reminded others that the forest was still alive, and full of life.
A shadow slipped in between the trees. The figure of a lithe, thin cat. With swift movements, the cat quickly bounded up beside a ledge, sticking out of the ground, leaning on one side. Vines trickled down from the base of the rock. Moss and mold clotted the dull, cracked cover of the rock, but this didn't seem to bother the stranger as she leapt on top of it.
The figure of the cat arched it's neck, raising it's graceful head to the sky almost as if sending a silent prayer. Bright electric blue eyes sparkled with intensity and intellegence as the she-cat stared up, then jerked her head foward as if sensing something.
She was not alarmed, however, she sat down slowly. She positioned herself confortably. The moonlight shone down from above, hitting her beautiful frame and lighting it up immediantly. Droplets of moonlight covered her pelt, making the strange cat look like a ghost in the night.
It was almost as if the cat was looking expectantly down at something.
Soon enough, another figure emerged from the bushes. The full gleam of the moonlight revealed an orange flecked pattern, standing out against a white pelt. The new visitor, without hesitation, eagerly hopped up beside her 'partner'.
Low whispers were exchanged. The cats kept glancing at each other, looking off awkwardly into the distance. The silence finally settled in, unbearing until one of them spoke up.
"You said that you recieved a prophey from SpiritClan, Spottedheart?"
"Yes." Announced the orange and white she-cat quickly, perking up to the question. She turned her head to gaze at her respective leader. The medecine cat's eyes twinkled with uncertaincy and confusion.
"SpiritClan sent me a message. It's a clear warning, but I don't know what the danger is. I've exchanged words with the other medecine cats about it, but they have no clear vision of what it could mean. This is a new danger. One we have never faced before, and we must be prepared. Ready to arise and meet the challenge."
The white cat nodded slowly. Her blue eyes had now glazed over with fear as she skeptically examined Spottedheart. She shuffled her paws nervously, and a tail flicked involunteringly. A small shudder racked through her body, and through the awkwardness, she said,
"Tell me the prophecy."
Chapter 1
Rain poured down from the heavens. A dreary feel gathered around the dark place. Heavy clouds full of rain rolled and moved across the ever-darkening sky. Humans hurried pass, weilding their umbrellas and turning it to the wet, soaked sky.
It was as if the whole city gave a shuddering sigh. A cold wind passed through the air. The sky was crying, millions of it's huge, wet tears dripping down from it's transparent face.
Rain swirled and foamed around the city streets in huge rivers. Rain clogged and flooded down the drains. Rain dripped and poured off of rooftops. Rain trickled down the windows that accompanied the houses.
Rain.
At first it was a pretty sight, but then it began to thunder down. It was heavy, and thick, like pollen. Cars hurriedly drove down the rode. Loud, noisy honks echoed around the street. The usual hussle and bussle of the city ringed through the air. Except it was more quieter.
A brown tabby cursed as a monster zoomed pasted him. The loud roar of the car rang in his eardrums. The sound was defeaning, despicable, almost, and he hated it. Gas and smoke puffed in his nose as it drove off, filling his nose, his lungs, his whole being.
He coughed and shook himself off irritably. Soot and ash flew off of his fur, but the rest of the left over particals hung to his coat like parasites, staining it a dull grey. The tom-cat, seeing that the monster was gone, quickly made a dash across the road. The wet, slippery water swirled around at his paws. It clung and dragged along his sides, sucking at his belly. He cursed once more as he tipped over an nearly slipped in the dirty, contaminated muck that could hardly even be called rain.
He wasn't that small, was he? No, there was too much rain, and the city was too big.
He arrived safely at the other side, dripping wet and soaked to the bone with rain and water. He huffed irritably. His claws dragged and scraped at the dull cement, leaving tiny, barely noticable claw marks.
"Darn it." He muttered under his breath and turned to the dark corner of an alleyway. Cold air bit through his nose. Darkness settled in around him as the familiar scent of rotting garbage and musky cats wafted in his nose. A small smile curled over his lips, and his eyes twinkled with what almost seemed to be deviousness.
"Home sweet home."
Swiftly, he leapt over to a large garbage can in the corner of the alley. His long stride covered the distance quickly, and he visciously tore and pried at the lid. With a grunt, and a heave, he lifted the lid of the garbage can and flipped it over. The heavy rectangle fell to the ground with a large 'thud'. The impact of the crash was so sudden, so quick that a nearby cat barely had enough time to dodge out of the way and shriek, "Be careful!"
The tom, however, ignored the scrawny bystander, and hungrily tore into a box of rotting meat. Different scents assaulted his nose. Flies and other insects flew out of the metal box, zipping through the air and doing summersaults to avoid his sharp, rigid claws as he searched for a proper meal, then landed on the garbage once more only to fly back up again to avoid the hungry, ravaging cat.
The skin of a rotten potato poked out of his nose. A crusted wrapper hung in between his jaws and rotten meat hung at his lips in shreds. The tabby opened his mouth to eat, and chewed down the bits cruedly and slowly. A grey cat next to him winced and hopped up next to the tom's spot on the garbage can, but was quickly knocked away before he could say anything.
The grey cat opened his mouth to protest. His eyes flashed with irritation and worry, but it quickly dissapeared as soon as it appeared. His ears were laid back, flat against his head so that it was barely visible. His tail trembled between his legs as he took another step forward. He wouldn't dare annoy the leader again in fear of being punished... or worse. The ways of the Order was cruel, but the leader needed to know. He needed to remind him.
"The kit..." He inquired weakly, shrinking against the ground as the tabby turned his cold, hard gaze on him.
"Ah yes. I remember. The kit. And my mate, too. The kit should be born now, correct?" The tabby recalled. He leaned foward and fastened his curious gaze onto the trembling cat. His eyes held a look of curiosity, but at the same time, they remained cold, hard and emotionless. The cat's claws drummed rythimically against the rim of the garbage can as he waited for an answer.
"Yes, Tamanii" He gulped. "Come with me." The grey cat turned briskly away and led his leader into the darkness.
"What!?!" Tamanaii let an outraged scream. His claws slammed against the concrete with a crushing force. His nails cracked against the hard, solid ground. His teeth were bared in a feral snarl, and his golden eyes were encrusted with hatred, surprise and anger.
"Why!?"
"She was born that way. It's natural.." A white she-cat huddled in the corner of the alleyway. Leaves, twigs and mud were laid around her lithe frame to form a nest, even though it was rather weak. Her blue eyes beheld fear- a thing she had experienced one too many times in her life. Her body was racked with alarm, Her back arched, claws unseathed and hair raised, it was obvious that she was scared.
Not scared for her life.
But the life of her child.
Her kit had been born blind. It was a disorder, an uncommon one at that. But it was a harsh, cruel world. Cats with disorders were looked down on. The weak wouldn't survive long, and most of the time they were 'put out of their misery' until they could prove themselves. The Order couldn't afford extra, useless mouths to feed. And they were already low on food as they were, living in a type of enviroment like this.
"I wanted a healthy child." The tabby began, his voice laced with anger and rage.
"She is healthy-" His mate interupted before being cut off. Her eyes beheld fear and desperation.
"Not a blind one!" He spat. His chest was heaving in an out with every breath. Spittle flew from his jaws as he spoke. It was clear that Tamanaii was not sane. One could even hear the insanity seeping through his words- and the fate of a kit rested in his paws.
"Kill the kit and be done with it!" He roared. On immediant cue, two cats slunk out of the shadows. One of them roughly grabbed the kit, while the other raised the paw and gave a sinister smirk. He glanced back at the tyrant leader.
"No!" The white she-cat howled. She flung herself at her cruel mate's paws. "Let her live! I'll do anything- please! Don't take her life! Take mine! Please... She doesn't deserve to die. Take my life and let her live she'll become a worthy warrior within your ranks."
The tabby looked down at his mate with confusion. He narrowed his eyes to slits, and examined his mate with a critical eye. She was a mess. Trembling, tears sliding out from her eyes in giant globs, one would never have imagined that she would be a mate to a proud, fearless tom.
"Are you sure?" His eyes held no emotion. No sympathy. Only a cold, dark void that leaked only emptiness. His mate nodded, barely even doing so much as lifting her head.
The tabby bit back a pained hiss. Time seemed to slow down. The alley echoed with silence as nearby cats crawled out of their hiding places to watch the scene. Pairs of glinting eyes watched behind shadows.
And at last, the tabby raised a claw.
-
Spotteedheart raised her head. Her eyes twinkled with the light of the stars that danced across the sky. And she recited the prophecy.
"A danger will come,
the clans will fall.
Unless you can find the true warrior within you
and overcome your diferences
to work together
so that good may prevail
and evil will fall
the wicked have been cast forth
for not all is the same
there is a traitor among you
who will work with the wicked
and cast down all those who oppose him
and stand in the way of their path
until true good can arise,
one who is given power of the stars
then will you be free."
It was as if the whole city gave a shuddering sigh. A cold wind passed through the air. The sky was crying, millions of it's huge, wet tears dripping down from it's transparent face.
Rain swirled and foamed around the city streets in huge rivers. Rain clogged and flooded down the drains. Rain dripped and poured off of rooftops. Rain trickled down the windows that accompanied the houses.
Rain.
At first it was a pretty sight, but then it began to thunder down. It was heavy, and thick, like pollen. Cars hurriedly drove down the rode. Loud, noisy honks echoed around the street. The usual hussle and bussle of the city ringed through the air. Except it was more quieter.
A brown tabby cursed as a monster zoomed pasted him. The loud roar of the car rang in his eardrums. The sound was defeaning, despicable, almost, and he hated it. Gas and smoke puffed in his nose as it drove off, filling his nose, his lungs, his whole being.
He coughed and shook himself off irritably. Soot and ash flew off of his fur, but the rest of the left over particals hung to his coat like parasites, staining it a dull grey. The tom-cat, seeing that the monster was gone, quickly made a dash across the road. The wet, slippery water swirled around at his paws. It clung and dragged along his sides, sucking at his belly. He cursed once more as he tipped over an nearly slipped in the dirty, contaminated muck that could hardly even be called rain.
He wasn't that small, was he? No, there was too much rain, and the city was too big.
He arrived safely at the other side, dripping wet and soaked to the bone with rain and water. He huffed irritably. His claws dragged and scraped at the dull cement, leaving tiny, barely noticable claw marks.
"Darn it." He muttered under his breath and turned to the dark corner of an alleyway. Cold air bit through his nose. Darkness settled in around him as the familiar scent of rotting garbage and musky cats wafted in his nose. A small smile curled over his lips, and his eyes twinkled with what almost seemed to be deviousness.
"Home sweet home."
Swiftly, he leapt over to a large garbage can in the corner of the alley. His long stride covered the distance quickly, and he visciously tore and pried at the lid. With a grunt, and a heave, he lifted the lid of the garbage can and flipped it over. The heavy rectangle fell to the ground with a large 'thud'. The impact of the crash was so sudden, so quick that a nearby cat barely had enough time to dodge out of the way and shriek, "Be careful!"
The tom, however, ignored the scrawny bystander, and hungrily tore into a box of rotting meat. Different scents assaulted his nose. Flies and other insects flew out of the metal box, zipping through the air and doing summersaults to avoid his sharp, rigid claws as he searched for a proper meal, then landed on the garbage once more only to fly back up again to avoid the hungry, ravaging cat.
The skin of a rotten potato poked out of his nose. A crusted wrapper hung in between his jaws and rotten meat hung at his lips in shreds. The tabby opened his mouth to eat, and chewed down the bits cruedly and slowly. A grey cat next to him winced and hopped up next to the tom's spot on the garbage can, but was quickly knocked away before he could say anything.
The grey cat opened his mouth to protest. His eyes flashed with irritation and worry, but it quickly dissapeared as soon as it appeared. His ears were laid back, flat against his head so that it was barely visible. His tail trembled between his legs as he took another step forward. He wouldn't dare annoy the leader again in fear of being punished... or worse. The ways of the Order was cruel, but the leader needed to know. He needed to remind him.
"The kit..." He inquired weakly, shrinking against the ground as the tabby turned his cold, hard gaze on him.
"Ah yes. I remember. The kit. And my mate, too. The kit should be born now, correct?" The tabby recalled. He leaned foward and fastened his curious gaze onto the trembling cat. His eyes held a look of curiosity, but at the same time, they remained cold, hard and emotionless. The cat's claws drummed rythimically against the rim of the garbage can as he waited for an answer.
"Yes, Tamanii" He gulped. "Come with me." The grey cat turned briskly away and led his leader into the darkness.
"What!?!" Tamanaii let an outraged scream. His claws slammed against the concrete with a crushing force. His nails cracked against the hard, solid ground. His teeth were bared in a feral snarl, and his golden eyes were encrusted with hatred, surprise and anger.
"Why!?"
"She was born that way. It's natural.." A white she-cat huddled in the corner of the alleyway. Leaves, twigs and mud were laid around her lithe frame to form a nest, even though it was rather weak. Her blue eyes beheld fear- a thing she had experienced one too many times in her life. Her body was racked with alarm, Her back arched, claws unseathed and hair raised, it was obvious that she was scared.
Not scared for her life.
But the life of her child.
Her kit had been born blind. It was a disorder, an uncommon one at that. But it was a harsh, cruel world. Cats with disorders were looked down on. The weak wouldn't survive long, and most of the time they were 'put out of their misery' until they could prove themselves. The Order couldn't afford extra, useless mouths to feed. And they were already low on food as they were, living in a type of enviroment like this.
"I wanted a healthy child." The tabby began, his voice laced with anger and rage.
"She is healthy-" His mate interupted before being cut off. Her eyes beheld fear and desperation.
"Not a blind one!" He spat. His chest was heaving in an out with every breath. Spittle flew from his jaws as he spoke. It was clear that Tamanaii was not sane. One could even hear the insanity seeping through his words- and the fate of a kit rested in his paws.
"Kill the kit and be done with it!" He roared. On immediant cue, two cats slunk out of the shadows. One of them roughly grabbed the kit, while the other raised the paw and gave a sinister smirk. He glanced back at the tyrant leader.
"No!" The white she-cat howled. She flung herself at her cruel mate's paws. "Let her live! I'll do anything- please! Don't take her life! Take mine! Please... She doesn't deserve to die. Take my life and let her live she'll become a worthy warrior within your ranks."
The tabby looked down at his mate with confusion. He narrowed his eyes to slits, and examined his mate with a critical eye. She was a mess. Trembling, tears sliding out from her eyes in giant globs, one would never have imagined that she would be a mate to a proud, fearless tom.
"Are you sure?" His eyes held no emotion. No sympathy. Only a cold, dark void that leaked only emptiness. His mate nodded, barely even doing so much as lifting her head.
The tabby bit back a pained hiss. Time seemed to slow down. The alley echoed with silence as nearby cats crawled out of their hiding places to watch the scene. Pairs of glinting eyes watched behind shadows.
And at last, the tabby raised a claw.
-
Spotteedheart raised her head. Her eyes twinkled with the light of the stars that danced across the sky. And she recited the prophecy.
"A danger will come,
the clans will fall.
Unless you can find the true warrior within you
and overcome your diferences
to work together
so that good may prevail
and evil will fall
the wicked have been cast forth
for not all is the same
there is a traitor among you
who will work with the wicked
and cast down all those who oppose him
and stand in the way of their path
until true good can arise,
one who is given power of the stars
then will you be free."
Chapter 2
There was nothing.
No new thoughts. Nothing to be seen. Nothing to feel, no food to taste. At first, there was a silence, a dark, heavy silence that pressed on the mind. It enclosed in everywhere. It covered every crack and every corner in the mind. But she was used to the darkness. This type of darkness. She had been in the dark for so long. The sight, did not faze her. But what she saw next shocked her.
She tried to run, she tried to move, but she could not do anything. Gradually, flickers of light danced across the shadows of her mind, transparent, transluscent slivers of light broke through the darkness and began to take shape. The light twisted and welded into something brand new, something shocking. The figure was quite common to see for most cats, but for her, it was different. She had never really seen a real cat in shape, in form before her. Technically, she had. But her eyes were blank, empty voids that could see nothing.
The glowing, luminescent light transformed. The figure of a cat, delicate and fragile appeared before her. Then another and another. The ghostly white cats turned their heads, landing their transparent eyes onto her.
The young adolescent felt fear, an incredulity pumping and beating through her chest, into her heart. But as she turned to look at them, she felt wisdom. A wisdom beyond her years. A light in her mind that sparked her curiosity. If one could look at her, amazement would show in her blank, hollow eyes. Those blank hollow eyes that danced and flickered with curiosity, intelligence and a hunger to gain information, to add more to the fruits of her knowledge.
Just as soon as the image appeared, it dissapeared. The luminescent-weaved cats vanished. Their beautiful, star-lit pelts withered as they sank the the black ground, leaving trails of dust and light in their wake.
Something new appeared. Something shockening, and frightening. An image that she would never forget in all her years. The ground seemed to rumble beneath her feet. Darkness broke out once more, silencing and petrifying. She shivered. And a chill wracked through her body, as cold as the wind that blew through the mountains. The figures of deformed, twisted cats crawled out of the ground. Their hollow, red eyes stared hungrily as they opened their dripping mouths. Blood and mucus leaked from their incissors, pooling around their paws and staining the black ground a bloody crimson red. They let out horrible screeches as they flew towards her.
They groaned as they chanted and whispered horrible things into her ears. Words, incomprehensible tumbled out of their mouths. They slowly melted together, sliding against each other as their heinous bodies touched to create a beastly, horrible image.
The deformed, melting image of face stared before her. It towered over the young cat, tall and unwavering. It looked down at her. Darkness writhed around it's terrible form. A blank, cold hard edge laced the edges of it's eyes. It looked down at her, and opened it's horrible mouth to speak.
"YoOoU ThInK YoOoOu CaN DeFeAt MeEeEe. YoU'LLe Be dEaD WhEN I gIvE YoOoU AlLlL I goOot."
The voice seemed to come from nowhere, but everywhere at the same time.
Then it rushed at her.
It once more opened it's dripping mouth. Sludge, muck and blood pooled around her paws. The creature seemed to be drooling as it descended upon her. It opened it's gaping mouth to swallow her whole. Darkness consumed her as she writhed violently in shock until the monster eventually consumed her soul.
Then she awoke.
Her head snapped up. Blank, hollow eyes stared up into the sky. Those eyes. Those empty eyes. They saw nothing, but yet they betrayed a look of fear, and at the same time revealed the truth:
She was blind.
What had happend? What was the dream she had? What was that all about? She had never felt something like that before. Nor had she ever seen it. She would never be able to see anything ever in her life. She was a blind cat, looked down upon, hated and repeatedly reminded of her place in the ranks. A bitter hiss escaped her lips as she squinched up her eyes. Even though it was terrifying, the dream was wonderful. For the first time, she had been able to see something. She had been able to see shapes, and color, and the wonderful things that she had never seen before in her life. The familiar darkness that blurred and clouded her vision during her dreams was gone, and no longer present, accept in certain parts.
The sunlight pierced that darkness of the alleyway. Soft, golden rays of sunlight shone unto the young she-cat's pelt. Light revealed the light, silver pelt of the cat. The dark grey markings that covered her pelt that so much resembled that of a jaguar seemed to glisten as the warm glow covered the alley. But the brilliance of her pelt in the sunlight once more vanished as the rays passed. Instead, what was replaced was a miserable, scruffy cat, living in a cruel world. Her were visible against her thin, flat skin, showing the signs of starvation and weakness.
Icanthe's paws shuffled under her, feeling the smooth, yet at the same time rough texture of the creates underneath her. Her tail twitched as her paw slipped over a large jagged, crooked hole in one of the boxes, and quickly pulled away with a hiss. Due to her low rank status, she was forced to sleep in informidable places. Places with little covering and shelter. Not even so much as a stack of leaves accompanied her sleeping place. No, she was to take position ontop of a stack of hard, cold unforgiving boxes.
She shuddered slightly as she heard the voices of cats all around her. The sounds of cats grunting echoed around her as they resumed their harsh 'battle training.' She sighed dispasionently, and shifted slightly. As she raised her head to sniff the air, she could smell the faint, familiar scent of an old friend.
The tom in quick, gracefull movements sat down beside her. If she could see, her eyes would behold a dark, tall and lanky cat. His paws were white, as well as his tail, underbelly and chestfur. His dark blue eyes twinkled with intelligance and knowingness, a knowledge deeper than any could know. Gifted with wisdom, the cat was in one of the top ranks of the Order. He had been there since the beginning of it's foudnations, and his wise words had advised Tamanaii in his time of need.
She barely needed to scent the air to see if he was there. The old tom, however high his position, had one downside. His rear back leg was twisted at an odd angle, a disadvantage that many looked down upon him for. But this did not get the better of him, and infact, many had underestimated him for it. The old tom could actually pack a good whallop, and could easily topple over even one of the healthiest and strongest fighters in the group.
Unlike others in the hierarchy, he did not look down on Icanthe with disgust or contempt. He infact, was one of her closest friends. He had took pity on her, the tom know what it felt like to be shunned and seperated into a whole 'nother category of their own. He would often stop by for visits, to share some of his exciting tales with the young novice, and she was glad for that.
The two stayed by each other side by side, none of them breaking the peaceful silence that surrounded the air until the sun went down.
No new thoughts. Nothing to be seen. Nothing to feel, no food to taste. At first, there was a silence, a dark, heavy silence that pressed on the mind. It enclosed in everywhere. It covered every crack and every corner in the mind. But she was used to the darkness. This type of darkness. She had been in the dark for so long. The sight, did not faze her. But what she saw next shocked her.
She tried to run, she tried to move, but she could not do anything. Gradually, flickers of light danced across the shadows of her mind, transparent, transluscent slivers of light broke through the darkness and began to take shape. The light twisted and welded into something brand new, something shocking. The figure was quite common to see for most cats, but for her, it was different. She had never really seen a real cat in shape, in form before her. Technically, she had. But her eyes were blank, empty voids that could see nothing.
The glowing, luminescent light transformed. The figure of a cat, delicate and fragile appeared before her. Then another and another. The ghostly white cats turned their heads, landing their transparent eyes onto her.
The young adolescent felt fear, an incredulity pumping and beating through her chest, into her heart. But as she turned to look at them, she felt wisdom. A wisdom beyond her years. A light in her mind that sparked her curiosity. If one could look at her, amazement would show in her blank, hollow eyes. Those blank hollow eyes that danced and flickered with curiosity, intelligence and a hunger to gain information, to add more to the fruits of her knowledge.
Just as soon as the image appeared, it dissapeared. The luminescent-weaved cats vanished. Their beautiful, star-lit pelts withered as they sank the the black ground, leaving trails of dust and light in their wake.
Something new appeared. Something shockening, and frightening. An image that she would never forget in all her years. The ground seemed to rumble beneath her feet. Darkness broke out once more, silencing and petrifying. She shivered. And a chill wracked through her body, as cold as the wind that blew through the mountains. The figures of deformed, twisted cats crawled out of the ground. Their hollow, red eyes stared hungrily as they opened their dripping mouths. Blood and mucus leaked from their incissors, pooling around their paws and staining the black ground a bloody crimson red. They let out horrible screeches as they flew towards her.
They groaned as they chanted and whispered horrible things into her ears. Words, incomprehensible tumbled out of their mouths. They slowly melted together, sliding against each other as their heinous bodies touched to create a beastly, horrible image.
The deformed, melting image of face stared before her. It towered over the young cat, tall and unwavering. It looked down at her. Darkness writhed around it's terrible form. A blank, cold hard edge laced the edges of it's eyes. It looked down at her, and opened it's horrible mouth to speak.
"YoOoU ThInK YoOoOu CaN DeFeAt MeEeEe. YoU'LLe Be dEaD WhEN I gIvE YoOoU AlLlL I goOot."
The voice seemed to come from nowhere, but everywhere at the same time.
Then it rushed at her.
It once more opened it's dripping mouth. Sludge, muck and blood pooled around her paws. The creature seemed to be drooling as it descended upon her. It opened it's gaping mouth to swallow her whole. Darkness consumed her as she writhed violently in shock until the monster eventually consumed her soul.
Then she awoke.
Her head snapped up. Blank, hollow eyes stared up into the sky. Those eyes. Those empty eyes. They saw nothing, but yet they betrayed a look of fear, and at the same time revealed the truth:
She was blind.
What had happend? What was the dream she had? What was that all about? She had never felt something like that before. Nor had she ever seen it. She would never be able to see anything ever in her life. She was a blind cat, looked down upon, hated and repeatedly reminded of her place in the ranks. A bitter hiss escaped her lips as she squinched up her eyes. Even though it was terrifying, the dream was wonderful. For the first time, she had been able to see something. She had been able to see shapes, and color, and the wonderful things that she had never seen before in her life. The familiar darkness that blurred and clouded her vision during her dreams was gone, and no longer present, accept in certain parts.
The sunlight pierced that darkness of the alleyway. Soft, golden rays of sunlight shone unto the young she-cat's pelt. Light revealed the light, silver pelt of the cat. The dark grey markings that covered her pelt that so much resembled that of a jaguar seemed to glisten as the warm glow covered the alley. But the brilliance of her pelt in the sunlight once more vanished as the rays passed. Instead, what was replaced was a miserable, scruffy cat, living in a cruel world. Her were visible against her thin, flat skin, showing the signs of starvation and weakness.
Icanthe's paws shuffled under her, feeling the smooth, yet at the same time rough texture of the creates underneath her. Her tail twitched as her paw slipped over a large jagged, crooked hole in one of the boxes, and quickly pulled away with a hiss. Due to her low rank status, she was forced to sleep in informidable places. Places with little covering and shelter. Not even so much as a stack of leaves accompanied her sleeping place. No, she was to take position ontop of a stack of hard, cold unforgiving boxes.
She shuddered slightly as she heard the voices of cats all around her. The sounds of cats grunting echoed around her as they resumed their harsh 'battle training.' She sighed dispasionently, and shifted slightly. As she raised her head to sniff the air, she could smell the faint, familiar scent of an old friend.
The tom in quick, gracefull movements sat down beside her. If she could see, her eyes would behold a dark, tall and lanky cat. His paws were white, as well as his tail, underbelly and chestfur. His dark blue eyes twinkled with intelligance and knowingness, a knowledge deeper than any could know. Gifted with wisdom, the cat was in one of the top ranks of the Order. He had been there since the beginning of it's foudnations, and his wise words had advised Tamanaii in his time of need.
She barely needed to scent the air to see if he was there. The old tom, however high his position, had one downside. His rear back leg was twisted at an odd angle, a disadvantage that many looked down upon him for. But this did not get the better of him, and infact, many had underestimated him for it. The old tom could actually pack a good whallop, and could easily topple over even one of the healthiest and strongest fighters in the group.
Unlike others in the hierarchy, he did not look down on Icanthe with disgust or contempt. He infact, was one of her closest friends. He had took pity on her, the tom know what it felt like to be shunned and seperated into a whole 'nother category of their own. He would often stop by for visits, to share some of his exciting tales with the young novice, and she was glad for that.
The two stayed by each other side by side, none of them breaking the peaceful silence that surrounded the air until the sun went down.