Posts by JEREMlAH

it was cold.

scratch that, it was really cold.

the floor underneath him sent shivers rattling through his soft bones, enticing an earsplitting wail from his tiny, pink mouth. he was the smallest and youngest kitten out of the litter, but strangely enough the loudest. his angry mewls bounced back and forth between the walls, giving life to his small, shivering form. hungry and cold, he moved blindly towards the warmth of his mother, kicking and pushing forcefully at his siblings.

he was merely an unthinking life form running solely on hunger and muddled instincts, blind and unhearing to the commotion of the other cats that crowded around them. he felt nothing towards his mother except that she was the link to his survival, the only thing in this world that could keep him alive. his tiny mind thought nothing of his arrival into this cold, sewer world, screaming for nothing but warmth and food. he was unaware of the name crowned upon his head, unaware of the golden future that was being painted out right in front of his crying form.

jeremiah. his mother's voice would continue to go unheard by him.

oh, what a legacy he would carry.

((now i'll be off to make an intro, oof))

the sewers were the same as ever. cold and smelly. quiet, frustratingly so. if you listened hard enough you could hear the dripping of a leaky pipe onto another one below it from a few hallways down. drip. silence. drip. silence. drip. between every pause of a water droplet hitting a rusty pipe, heavy silence lurked like a thirsty, parched beast waiting to pounce from the shadows. drip... drip... drip...

"DDDIIIIIEEEEEEEE! TRRRRAASH!"

the silence was broken, and the beast emerged from the shadows, melting away into a small cat with dark fur that clashed with the vibrant flame within in. his war cry echoed loudly in the sewers, and if he hadn't been preoccupied, jeremiah would have given himself chills with his own badassness.

damn, he was so cool.

his outstretched claws drove down upon the rat on the sewer floor, sinking into dirty, matted brown fur(to his disappointment, very little blood came out from it). releasing a cry of triumph, jeremiah half stood upon the motionless creature with his chest puffed proudly up, nose pointed into the air. he had taught the dirty little thing, hadn't he? served it right for existing. he really was the best, wasn't he? now tziporah, wolfgang, and bones would have to kiss the very floor he walked on for being so damn awesome. who else would have be able to kill a rat with such grace and skill like him? no one, obviously. not even his ugly, annoying dad.

(granted, the rat had already been dead when he found it, but no one had to know that)

jeremiah scooped up the rat into his jaws, grinning through a mouthful of dirty fur. his mind was reeling with all of the praise and compliments he would get once he got back and showed everyone his awesome kill. too bad they all sucked and didn't get to see him action. buncha butt-kissing losers, he thought to himself with a snicker, instinctively turning around a corner. the walls around him began to look more and more familiar, the scent of other cats hitting his nostrils as he continued to stalk through the dimly lit sewers. his pace began to speed up as he neared his destination, growing more and more excited at the thought of showing everyone the dead rat, until he broke out into a full out run.

"hey uglies!" jeremiah shouted, his voice ringing harshly through the sewers once more. by uglies, he referring to his siblings, of course. they were probably crying themselves to sleep, unbelievably sad about how they couldn't ever be as great as him. "look at this rat i killed! bet you pansies wouldn't have been able to do it yourselves!" the young male huffed restlessly, chest swelling in pride as he invaded everyone's moment of relaxation(not for the first time, obviously). jeremiah glanced around enthusiastically for waspwing, eager to show his mother what he had done.

((i hate him))