Posts by GrayWildeyes

At first, it was annoyance.

Just a little bit. Not too much. A little seed, growing inside of the black she-cat.

Someone was trying to knock her off.

A blue she-cat had sprang at her, looking angry and confused all at the same time. Huh. Slightly strange. Jinx had leaned to her right, watching as the attacker missed her by several inches. At least she'd missed. That way, she hadn't quite gotten in the way.

Crazy as the rouge was, she knew there would be times in life when things would try to get in her way- at least, it always seemed so. Things were always getting in her way. Cats... bushes... other animals... In the end, of course, she always got rid of them. Her claws never failed to do the trick, nor her teeth. Death was a constant companion. The things in the way would come, and they would be annoying, and they would die.

But when the second cat came- the ginger tom, seething with anger- Jinx grew more than frustrated. She grew more than annoyed. She grew... crazed.

Especially when he knocked her over.

Jinx screamed and writhed beneath the tom, slashing out with her claws at his legs. No! She was so close!

"Nimbleclaw! Nimbleclaw!"

Splashfeather's cries had grown more frantic, her struggles more animated as she realized the cat on top of her had grown tired of just staring at her. She looked like she wanted to do something else...

I can't die! Not yet! I'm not ready! Oh, no! Not like this! Not at the paws of Scorchstar! I can't! No! I can't!

But her ginger heartthrob was nowhere in sight. Oh, dear. What to do? What to do but die?

The deputy squeezed her eyes tightly shut, trying not to tremble as a long-ago song rang through her mind. I need you to know I'm not through the light. Sometimes I'm still fighting to walk towards the light. The sad song was yet another memory of her father- what she would sing her crying self to sleep with at night. I need you to know I will be okay. Together we can make it through another day.

The words were like a prayer. She whispered them to herself, over and over, waiting for oblivion to come.

But it never did.

Instead, a certain weight suddenly disappeared off of her... and the screaming started. What? What had happened? Cracking open one eye, Splash realized the rouge was no longer on her. So where..?

Nimbleclaw. After sitting up, the gray and white she-cat saw him a few feet away, the rouge pinned underneath him. She was saved.

At that moment, she wanted to cry. She wanted to scream.

She wanted to fall next to him and tell him how much she loved him. She couldn't, of course. It was a battle. But the thought was nice. And so the deputy slowly stood, saying nothing, eyes fixed upon her beloved.

Exactly.

Silv didn't waste a moment. The powerful silver tom shot off like a rocket, using his hind legs to leap up from underneath the she-cat and buck. There. The chances of her staying on were slim.

No match, huh? The tom was tempted to say a few words- to mock her. That would make her angry, which would make her slip up. But first he wanted to see her face... a face as pretty as hers was sure to look shocked before he tore into it with his claws...

Pretty. He realized, upon pondering the face, that he also recognized it- faintly, like his first target, the gray she-cat. Hm. That was strange. He had assumed it would be a one-time occurrence. Why were cats he vaguely knew popping up like weeds?

Silv let out a snarl as the tortoiseshell raced towards him. Did she really think she could take him? The tom lashed out with a paw at her before jumping back, not even sure his blow had hit. He needed a moment to think. She's pretty determined... more so than I thought... As another enemy cat whizzed past him, he leapt back some more, trying to work out a strategy.

What to do? What to do? What to... oh, crud.

The silver tabby tried not to swear as several cats started rushing over. It wasn't only the tortoiseshell now- but the gray she-cat, a brown tabby she-cat, and a tuxedo tom. Great. Did he dare take them all?

No. "Scythe!" The burly tom's head whipped around as he looked for the black tom, son of Jinx. Scythe would help him. Scythe wasn't the strongest, but he was smart. Silv liked smart cats. Being smart himself, intelligent beings appealed to him. "Scythe!"

Splashfeather's gaze was still locked on Nimbleclaw, but she heard a familiar voice and a familiar mau pelt. Redpaw. "Can I help?"

Help? Everyone needs help! We're in a battle!

But the deputy bit back the retort. He was young. There was no need to be crabby... She should be thankful she was alive!

"Me? I don't need much help. I... I-I think Nimbleclaw and I have got this. But Flamestar might need help by the nursery." She glanced at the large den, spotting a lone ginger tom swiping at a wave of oncoming cats.

I need to face my fears. Flamestar needs more help than me.