Post by sunstreak on Apr 5, 2009 18:48:22 GMT -5
Name: Sunstreak
Gender: She-cat
Moons: 19
Clan: TealClan
Rank: Warrior
The evening covered the area in inky darkness, engulfing and shrouding the land in pitch blackness. The area was absent of light, not even the stars were visible as a ginger she-cat slowly made her way through the alley, stepping over broken bottles and plastic bags. Remnants from the two-legs littered the city and the dainty she-cat froze as she heard a car screech past, the alley illuminated for a moment by its headlights, until the car whizzed by and the night grew silent again.
She lowered her head and let go of her precious bundle, a small ginger kit. She sighed, relieved to let go of the extra weight for a few moments and turned her sharp green eyes down the alley where a stocky tom appeared.
“River!” he called into the darkness, stepping into the alley, heavy paws scraping against the wet ground. When he finally got close enough, he turned his dark brown eyes on her and then down to the ground at the mewling kit huddled in her paws. His eyes flew open in surprise and he jerked his head back to her face.
“What’s this?” he demanded, his tail swishing back and forth curtly as he waited for an answer.
“A kit,” River replied levelly. “A she-cat. She’s yours,” River added, her green eyes searching his face.
The large tom stood there for a few more silent minutes staring dumbfounded at the kit. “She’s a scrawny coppery thing,” he commented.
“She’ll grow,” River snapped. “But I need your help Night,” she added, curling her tail around her ginger paws.
Night looked back at River, his brown eyes suddenly cold. “You didn’t honestly think I would stick around, did ya?” the tabby tom asked with an icy laugh.
River looked shocked, unable to speak for a few moments. “Well she is yours. And I can’t take care of her by myself. Not on these streets.”
“She’ll die soon anyway,” Night commented coldly. “I don’t have time to raise a wet-nosed kit.”
“So that’s it!” River retorted. “You are just going to leave me with her?! You don’t even care about your own blood!”
The tabby shrugged. “It’s your problem now. Don’t worry, she won’t last long. It will be as if this never happened. Leave her and go back to the streets,” he added, turning around sharply and walking down the alley. “It’s your choice River,” he paused, throwing one last dark brown look over his shoulder. With that, he walked down the alley, turned the corner, and disappeared into the darkness.
River looked down at her kit, breathing heavily with anger and sadness. Abandoned by Night, left to raise this kit by herself. She had fooled herself into thinking Night would have stayed. But she fell in love with him for the same reasons that Night had betrayed her. His carefree attitude and his recklessness had now left her with a kit to raise on the merciless streets. She would never make that same mistake again.
3 moons later
A small gray tom waited patiently by a trashcan, flicking away a fly with his long tail as his blue eyes scanned the fence of the dead-end. Within moments a large ginger kit poked her nose through the hole and squeezed through the metal fence. The kit was about three moons old, slightly large for her age with reddish cinnamon colored fur that was streaked with dirt and dust. Her eyes, a dark rich brown, widened with delight upon seeing her friend. “There ya’are,” she commented. “Where were you yesterday Soot?”
He shrugged. “My mother wouldn’t let me get away, she wanted me to stay while she went hunting,” he answered, pausing to lick his chest fur.
“My mom lets me go where I want,” Copper boasted. While her face radiated arrogance, inside, she was confused as to why Soot’s mom would care if he stayed or not. River never twitched an ear when Copper left.
Soot shrugged again. “Well I’m here now, let’s play!” he exclaimed. “I get to be rogue leader again!”
Copper hissed with annoyance. “That ain’t fair! I had to be the clan cat last time, besides, you do the imitation loads better. It’s my turn to be the rogue!”
Soot sighed. “Fine,” he agreed. He began to prance around the dead-end, batting his eyelashes. “Look at me, I’m a dopey clan kit! I can’t do anything and other cats have to feed me. I’m so pretty,” he mimicked, continuing to dance on the street.
Copper growled with what she hoped was an intimidating face. “Watch out clan cat! I am Storm! The fiercest most merciless rogue alive. I eat clanners for snacks! I grind their bones to dust! Fight me if you dare,” she squeaked.
Soot laughed at his best friend and the twisted scowl marring her features. "As if a clanner would ever be a match for a rogue," he said matter of factly, pausing to lick his matted gray fur.
"I hope I get to meet a clanner someday so I could scare it off!" Copper boasted as her and Soot proceded down the dingy alley and out onto the street.
~~
It was cold. Copper shivered, flecks of snow dotting her ginger coat and melting upon coming in contact with her warmth. She opened her brown eyes, blinking a few times in shock as she raised her head suddenly and looked around. Where was she? All she could remember was a tug on the scruff of her neck, and the scent of her mother pulling her gently. That's when it hit her. Copper was young but she wasn't stupid. With the shortage of food in town, especially during the winter, she has been abandoned.
And she felt...nothing. She didn't cry, didn't yell for help, nor feel any wave of sadness, angry, hostility, this was how things were.
She struggled to lift herself to her feet, felt the stiffness in her bones, heard the creak of her joints as she willed them to move. No good. She sunk down to the ground, the snow falling faster and the wind shaking the tree branches violently. Her ears twitched at the sound of pawsteps and the fuzzy form of a feline flickered in front of her eyes. Then she blacked out.
~~~
She was laying in the apprentice den, attempting to grab a few fleeting moments of sleep before her ceremony. Soon she would be a TealClan apprentice. TealClan. The name was still foreign on her tongue as many of their strange customs. Sharing prey, helping the old and the sick, lofty ideas that would get you killed on the streets. Even the littlest kit knew to fight for what they had and then some.
Still this was the best way to be accepted, to survive, and Copper was going to take full advantage of this opportunity. So what if she had to swear to uphold StarClan and whatever nonsense the clan cooked up for her. She would get food and shelter and all she had to do was worship a bunch of dead cats.
She heard a yowl from outside the den and picked herself off the floor, dusting off her ginger pelt and walking outside among a sea of cats. Crimsonstar stood in front of the crowd and summoned Copper to the front with a swift movement of her paw. She began to speak and the words blew through Copper like wind, here one moment, gone the next and her mind drifted to other things, her mother, Soot, life on the streets. She quickly snapped out of it as the clan began to chant "Sunpaw! Sunpaw!" Her name...She stood, stiff with surprise and feelings unknown to herself as the word washed over her. Sunpaw
~~
Sunpaw sat watching Eveningrain's kits, her tail flickering idly as her mentor watched over his mate. Family was a strange concept to her and as the kits tumbled around basking in early spring sunlight, it occurred to her that she had missed out on something. Throughout Inkpool's kitting, Sunstreak had been irritated that Eveningrain had neglected her training so, but she had never considered her hostility to stem from a feeling so foreign as lonliness. Eveningrain was as close as she had to a friend, even if he was a friend who was forced by the warrior code to spend time with her. The kits squealed and called out to each other, playing this game and that, oblivious to the sullen she-cat in the shadows. Sunpaw tenetively stepped a paw out into the sunlight, then another, and slowly walked over to the group.
"Can I play?"
~ ~ ~
Sunpaw layed, stretched in the apprentice den, not sleeping however. Her muscles were tense with excitement and her face glowed with pride and apprehension. Any moment now, she would be called for her warrior ceremony. No longer would she care for the elders or pick up bedding or sleep in the apprentice den, crowded with Eveningrain's kits. She would be a true warrior, a member of TealClan, and a cat who had earned the respect of her clan.
Upon hearing her leader's cry, she bolted from her den, a far cry from her apprentice ceremony, and beamed and she walked quickly to the clan gathering. Her fur shone in the moonlight, a rich ginger with reddish highlights, sleek against her body without downy kitten fluff. Still stockier and less slender then other females, Sunpaw had shaped up to be an apprentice always willing to learn and found the life of a clanner to be a relief from the chaos of street life.
Called to the center, she no longer ignored or daydreamed through the warrior speech, but listened proudly, her head held high as her brown eyes scanned the crowd. To Eveningrain, her patient mentor who she could always turn to. To Wolfpaw, her closest friend and confident who was always there for her. Over her clan who had accepted a stranger into their midst and viewed her as one of their own.
Sunstreak! Sunstreak!
She basked in this moment. She was home.
Gender: She-cat
Moons: 19
Clan: TealClan
Rank: Warrior
The evening covered the area in inky darkness, engulfing and shrouding the land in pitch blackness. The area was absent of light, not even the stars were visible as a ginger she-cat slowly made her way through the alley, stepping over broken bottles and plastic bags. Remnants from the two-legs littered the city and the dainty she-cat froze as she heard a car screech past, the alley illuminated for a moment by its headlights, until the car whizzed by and the night grew silent again.
She lowered her head and let go of her precious bundle, a small ginger kit. She sighed, relieved to let go of the extra weight for a few moments and turned her sharp green eyes down the alley where a stocky tom appeared.
“River!” he called into the darkness, stepping into the alley, heavy paws scraping against the wet ground. When he finally got close enough, he turned his dark brown eyes on her and then down to the ground at the mewling kit huddled in her paws. His eyes flew open in surprise and he jerked his head back to her face.
“What’s this?” he demanded, his tail swishing back and forth curtly as he waited for an answer.
“A kit,” River replied levelly. “A she-cat. She’s yours,” River added, her green eyes searching his face.
The large tom stood there for a few more silent minutes staring dumbfounded at the kit. “She’s a scrawny coppery thing,” he commented.
“She’ll grow,” River snapped. “But I need your help Night,” she added, curling her tail around her ginger paws.
Night looked back at River, his brown eyes suddenly cold. “You didn’t honestly think I would stick around, did ya?” the tabby tom asked with an icy laugh.
River looked shocked, unable to speak for a few moments. “Well she is yours. And I can’t take care of her by myself. Not on these streets.”
“She’ll die soon anyway,” Night commented coldly. “I don’t have time to raise a wet-nosed kit.”
“So that’s it!” River retorted. “You are just going to leave me with her?! You don’t even care about your own blood!”
The tabby shrugged. “It’s your problem now. Don’t worry, she won’t last long. It will be as if this never happened. Leave her and go back to the streets,” he added, turning around sharply and walking down the alley. “It’s your choice River,” he paused, throwing one last dark brown look over his shoulder. With that, he walked down the alley, turned the corner, and disappeared into the darkness.
River looked down at her kit, breathing heavily with anger and sadness. Abandoned by Night, left to raise this kit by herself. She had fooled herself into thinking Night would have stayed. But she fell in love with him for the same reasons that Night had betrayed her. His carefree attitude and his recklessness had now left her with a kit to raise on the merciless streets. She would never make that same mistake again.
3 moons later
A small gray tom waited patiently by a trashcan, flicking away a fly with his long tail as his blue eyes scanned the fence of the dead-end. Within moments a large ginger kit poked her nose through the hole and squeezed through the metal fence. The kit was about three moons old, slightly large for her age with reddish cinnamon colored fur that was streaked with dirt and dust. Her eyes, a dark rich brown, widened with delight upon seeing her friend. “There ya’are,” she commented. “Where were you yesterday Soot?”
He shrugged. “My mother wouldn’t let me get away, she wanted me to stay while she went hunting,” he answered, pausing to lick his chest fur.
“My mom lets me go where I want,” Copper boasted. While her face radiated arrogance, inside, she was confused as to why Soot’s mom would care if he stayed or not. River never twitched an ear when Copper left.
Soot shrugged again. “Well I’m here now, let’s play!” he exclaimed. “I get to be rogue leader again!”
Copper hissed with annoyance. “That ain’t fair! I had to be the clan cat last time, besides, you do the imitation loads better. It’s my turn to be the rogue!”
Soot sighed. “Fine,” he agreed. He began to prance around the dead-end, batting his eyelashes. “Look at me, I’m a dopey clan kit! I can’t do anything and other cats have to feed me. I’m so pretty,” he mimicked, continuing to dance on the street.
Copper growled with what she hoped was an intimidating face. “Watch out clan cat! I am Storm! The fiercest most merciless rogue alive. I eat clanners for snacks! I grind their bones to dust! Fight me if you dare,” she squeaked.
Soot laughed at his best friend and the twisted scowl marring her features. "As if a clanner would ever be a match for a rogue," he said matter of factly, pausing to lick his matted gray fur.
"I hope I get to meet a clanner someday so I could scare it off!" Copper boasted as her and Soot proceded down the dingy alley and out onto the street.
~~
It was cold. Copper shivered, flecks of snow dotting her ginger coat and melting upon coming in contact with her warmth. She opened her brown eyes, blinking a few times in shock as she raised her head suddenly and looked around. Where was she? All she could remember was a tug on the scruff of her neck, and the scent of her mother pulling her gently. That's when it hit her. Copper was young but she wasn't stupid. With the shortage of food in town, especially during the winter, she has been abandoned.
And she felt...nothing. She didn't cry, didn't yell for help, nor feel any wave of sadness, angry, hostility, this was how things were.
She struggled to lift herself to her feet, felt the stiffness in her bones, heard the creak of her joints as she willed them to move. No good. She sunk down to the ground, the snow falling faster and the wind shaking the tree branches violently. Her ears twitched at the sound of pawsteps and the fuzzy form of a feline flickered in front of her eyes. Then she blacked out.
~~~
She was laying in the apprentice den, attempting to grab a few fleeting moments of sleep before her ceremony. Soon she would be a TealClan apprentice. TealClan. The name was still foreign on her tongue as many of their strange customs. Sharing prey, helping the old and the sick, lofty ideas that would get you killed on the streets. Even the littlest kit knew to fight for what they had and then some.
Still this was the best way to be accepted, to survive, and Copper was going to take full advantage of this opportunity. So what if she had to swear to uphold StarClan and whatever nonsense the clan cooked up for her. She would get food and shelter and all she had to do was worship a bunch of dead cats.
She heard a yowl from outside the den and picked herself off the floor, dusting off her ginger pelt and walking outside among a sea of cats. Crimsonstar stood in front of the crowd and summoned Copper to the front with a swift movement of her paw. She began to speak and the words blew through Copper like wind, here one moment, gone the next and her mind drifted to other things, her mother, Soot, life on the streets. She quickly snapped out of it as the clan began to chant "Sunpaw! Sunpaw!" Her name...She stood, stiff with surprise and feelings unknown to herself as the word washed over her. Sunpaw
~~
Sunpaw sat watching Eveningrain's kits, her tail flickering idly as her mentor watched over his mate. Family was a strange concept to her and as the kits tumbled around basking in early spring sunlight, it occurred to her that she had missed out on something. Throughout Inkpool's kitting, Sunstreak had been irritated that Eveningrain had neglected her training so, but she had never considered her hostility to stem from a feeling so foreign as lonliness. Eveningrain was as close as she had to a friend, even if he was a friend who was forced by the warrior code to spend time with her. The kits squealed and called out to each other, playing this game and that, oblivious to the sullen she-cat in the shadows. Sunpaw tenetively stepped a paw out into the sunlight, then another, and slowly walked over to the group.
"Can I play?"
~ ~ ~
Sunpaw layed, stretched in the apprentice den, not sleeping however. Her muscles were tense with excitement and her face glowed with pride and apprehension. Any moment now, she would be called for her warrior ceremony. No longer would she care for the elders or pick up bedding or sleep in the apprentice den, crowded with Eveningrain's kits. She would be a true warrior, a member of TealClan, and a cat who had earned the respect of her clan.
Upon hearing her leader's cry, she bolted from her den, a far cry from her apprentice ceremony, and beamed and she walked quickly to the clan gathering. Her fur shone in the moonlight, a rich ginger with reddish highlights, sleek against her body without downy kitten fluff. Still stockier and less slender then other females, Sunpaw had shaped up to be an apprentice always willing to learn and found the life of a clanner to be a relief from the chaos of street life.
Called to the center, she no longer ignored or daydreamed through the warrior speech, but listened proudly, her head held high as her brown eyes scanned the crowd. To Eveningrain, her patient mentor who she could always turn to. To Wolfpaw, her closest friend and confident who was always there for her. Over her clan who had accepted a stranger into their midst and viewed her as one of their own.
Sunstreak! Sunstreak!
She basked in this moment. She was home.
