://:GUARDIANS OF ROSE://: [ plot of the century ] do you dare peek?

I struggle to my feet, weak legs barely able to support my body as I do so. My tiny electric blue eyes just manage to do a quick survey of the clearing when I feel what must be my mother's rough tongue smoothing my fur. Instinctively purring as her tongue forced me to the ground, I fought against the intense gravity, eventually succeeding in struggling up once again.

I was a few weeks old, I didn't count back then. It was a few weeks later that I left our home in the twoleg nest and saw the world for the first time, how the sun warmed my pelt as it sifted through the tall stacks of twoleg places, the monsters purring and howling from everywhere. I was, in a word, bliss.

Padding out of the area, and then breaking into a run, I laughed as I raced the wind. It shifted directions, I would veer as well, never slowing down, never stopping, until I crashed straight into her. "sorry" I giggled, as she laughed with glee. "that's okay. Could you get up though?" automatically standing up, I looked at the cat. She looked not like me, with my dark blue, almost black pelt and electric blue eyes, but she was brown with ice blue eyes and a lighter brown patch on her ear and tail.

"I'm Polace, what's your name?" she asked when we had both finally managed to stop laughing. "I'm Aisline" I replied, winded. "Com on"

From then on, I acted as a sort of bridge. I met kits, and we all became friends, through one another. There were a lot of good times and bad times, but we fixed them. I can intensely remember one of them.

When I was really young, my mother set me to be watched by an older cat, and I was happy. This meant more friends. I walked into the place, smiling until I came to the door. The kits there were all far older than me. Nonetheless, I planned to befriend them.

The first thing I heard as I walked through the door was a warm welcome. But the next day was different. Never being one for violence, I was defenseless when I stepped through the cursed door to the twoleg's house. As the cats waited for me,I smiled and approached them, but they all glared at me. "What's wrong?" Looking up at them as they towered over me, they replied " You're ugly." And that's all. "I don't care" I replied. "Do you want to play anyway?" But the reply was simply the same. So I replied that I didn't care. When we got to play outside, they all ignored me. I walked up to them and asked again if I could play.

The reply this time was a simple scratch on the head, and I backed up as the tiniest bit of red spilled from the painful place of contact, and understood that I had to leave. From then on, the second my mother left, they met me by the door and called me ugly. I didn't care. Their faces were cruel, but I went about my daily business, said nothing to my parents, and left them alone. Occasionally, they would attack me, but nothing serious.

When we finally left that place, I was glad. they all hated me and wanted me to leave, hit me with the hard end of a kitty toy, and hit me, then said I hit them. I, of course, got in trouble. The cats were cruel, but I lived and made new friends, prospering.

That was only one of the horrible things. It was, of course, the kindest.

The same cats met me in an alleyway, where I was waiting. I remember the stones were rough and co;d beneath my feet as I padded forward, trembling, feeling the cat stalking behind me all the way until I met them. "What do you want?" I asked shakily, my voice a mere squeak. "We want you to know how ugly you are" They replied cooly, speaking as one.

"We're going to break you." The first one came forward, and I, paralyzed with fear, stayed in one place. He gave me a keen slice right down my spine, and it stung more than anything. They hit me and struck me everywhere, until, when I thought the flow of red violet would never end, My friends found me. Together, we fought off the cats. "Don't ever think that we don't have your back" said Siri, giving a hiss that sent the others running.

The next was when a cat tried to extract my heart slowly. I was weak, but they were there, protecting me. Always. thorugh everything.
When I came to understand that I was lower, life worked out fine. That I, until they turned.

I was arguing, again, with them and as always I let them have what they want. But then, one of them stepped forward. "You know, Anserine-" I winced. This word means stupid. "- you could stand to give us a little more" said another. "We don't think that you work too well, so We decided to help you."

They brought out something that at first, I thought was a fuzzy churro, a twoleg delicacy that tasted bad to me, but as it got closer, I spewed all over the ground for what I saw was hideous. It was the head of my brother, on a stick, speared from the neck where he was cut to his eye. I thought I saw his headless body running around, but then another kitten's head sprang up through the wound and smiled at me. The rest of my siblings were all speared of destroyed in some way, and in the final thing, was my mom. They dragged the body out into the open, and began eating it. The only word that came to mind was cannibals as the crimson dripped from their jaws and sprayed to the ground, and I ran, but not soon enough, for one of them tackled me, and with my mother's claw, gave me a nick on my nose. "You will never forget your stupidity" and then they just left.

I sat on the ground crying, translucent tears becoming corrupted by the blood that lay fresh on the ground, their faces fresh in my mind. What did I do wrong? The next few moons, I trained to be deadly, but it didn't help at all, so I sat down.

I can still remember when I was a kit. I was surrounded by others friends who I dearly trusted and loved equally. I gave everything to them. They gave nothing to me. I can only see that now that I know it.

Why would they do this to me? I know. I am weak. I am filthy. I just want to never feel again.
And that's exactly what I did.