Post by °Fallen°Rain° on Dec 12, 2009 16:06:07 GMT -5
Cold hearts don't come from good days
Cold hearts come from the worst...
Pain. It was all she knew, it was all she would ever know. A sob escaped her lips, she pulled in a rough breath to steady herself. That only made the sobs come even harder then before. Harsh salty tears cascaded down the sides of her face and left prints in the ground below. She had friends once, didn't she. She had a family, and a clan that cared for her. What happened? Why was she the one who had to suffer through her life, why not someone else. She didn't deserve to do this alone, others needed to suffer too, and she would make sure of that. If she didn't they would all forget she ever was there, and they would be happy. Happiness didn't exist, it was just the calm in between two giant storms. With these thoughts memories flooded her sight.
A small tom ran swiftly through the trees, his red and brown striped pelt shimmered in the moonlight. It was early green-leaf and the moon flowers danced in delight. The tom stopped when he entered a clearing and sat down panting. In a split second another figure burst through into the clearing on the other side. A purr burst in his throat. "I won Narrowpaw!" He moved toward the small black she-cat, her pelt was a shining black.
"That wasn't fair, you got the shorter route." Narrowpaw purred and moved toward him. Her almost red eyes fazed most cats, but never Barrenpaw, never her best friend.
"Did not, you're just slow as a squirrel in leaf-fall." He teased lightly and laid down on the soft earth.
"Slow, I'll show you slow." She launched herself onto the tom and pushed his muzzle into the dirt with one paw and growled into his ear."Now who's the slow one?" He started to wriggle and laugh.
"Not you oh mighty Narrowstar!" He pulled himself free and stood up, so he could do a mock bow. Still smiling he looked into her eyes, "and no one could have a better friend."
Her breath caught in her throat, the memory was one of the worst. She was a friend once, she was a good one too. Things were different now, she didn't even belong in a clan anymore. Her heart felt like it had frozen over, like she was already dead. Death would solve almost all her problems, except for Barrenpaw. He was a good cat and would go to Starclan, she would not. She was a murder, and she didn't mind. She loved the feeling of a cat losing their life, and that would never change. When she died she would go somewhere dark, and she knew it. She was a good friend, a good cat. Once...
She pulled her once gleaming body up. Now her pelt looked dull and lifeless, just like she felt inside. Her eyes still held the same red like glow, but now held a pain and an anger that wasn't there before. Her claws scraped against the ground as she propelled herself through the trees. The darkness of the night didn't bother her; nor the sounds of the night creatures. Narrowgaze pricked her ears, listening for the sounds of prey. A rat was darting around the base of a tree just ahead of her and she smirked. Tonight I will feast. Her dark body dropped into the form that felt so normal. She kept her tail down and above the ground. Quickly she moved forward, her paws skimmed over the ground not making any sound. The rat finally noticed its doom and launched away but not fast enough. She moved like lightning and stopped the creature. It's final cry was heard before she sliced it's throat, silencing it forever. Sitting down she prepared herself for her meal.[/size][/left]
