I haven't posted another story in a long while. Might as well get to one.
This was his chance. He and his victim in a densely covered forest with wide dark green leaves covering the few strands of light in this starless night. The air was as still as death and not a mouse would dare to break the silence. The moon wasn't even present tonight. It was as if the dark lord aligned this just perfectly to give the tomcat this chance. His chance at glory, respect, forgiveness...
And bloodshed.
Oh, what a wonderful night.
He straight at his victim, a ginger tabby with a belly so large that it seemed like she ate a raccoon before the kidnapped caught her. Of course, with the milk scent that came from her, it was clear that she was expecting, and her kits could be arriving soon. But it wasn't like they would anyways. Beginning to make his move towards her, the queen took a step back.
A terrible decision on her part.
The tom lunged for her and successfully knocked her into a tree which filled the air with a new, metallic scent. As she was too vulnerable to not maul further, the tom bounded towards her and rolled her over to hold the queen down.
The queen was now on her back, her unborn kits exposed to the air. She was immobilized by his dark rust-colored paws that now had her pinned. Just one swipe... and it'll all be over for the pathetic rat.
"Do ya know how lucky ya are?" the captor asked, his dark tail slowly lashing side to side.
He didn't get a response from the ginger she-cat, who only continued to glare at him.
Giving the queen a rather contemptuous look, he lifted his paws off of her. The queen tried to lift herself off her back and run off. However, her kits held her back and the tom slammed his paw down on her head, making her let out a yowl of surprise. The queen temporarily stunned gave the tom the chance to dig his claws on the molly's ginger flank. Proceeding with that action, he smirked at the twisted and wide-eyed look his target gave him.
He grimaced when he saw scarlet blood follow his black claws when he was done with his attack. Putting his forepaw back down on the ground, he saw the queen try to lick her flank. Darting for the queen, he slashed at her ears. She let out a bloodcurdling scream.
Music to my ears.
Pinning the cat again, he leaned in so close that now both of the cats' foreheads were touching.
"Speak darlin'," he ordered in a rather sweet manner. One that would make one shiver had they were nearly killed by this wolf in a cat's skin. "Before I got to get out my claws and run 'em down ya face."
The she-cat only managed a small croak. "No." The tom cackled at her answer.
"Oh, but ya just did!" Smirking for a bit longer at the molly before he shook his head, the tom dashed for the queen and knocked her over. Blood came from an open wound coming from her forehead. As the bloody cat looked wide-eyed at the tom, he merely shrugged and replied, "You was gettin' mighty boring. I had to do something to make this entertaining."
"You," the ginger tabby hissed.
"What 'bout me?"
"You didn't win."
Those words made the tom's blood turn to ice. Fear flashed in the tom's amber eyes, he began to tremble, and let out a clearly audible yowl. Out of a twisted combination of anger and terror burning in his head, he raked his claws down the victim's throat. One last spasm came from the queen's body before she lay still, her green eyes now dulled with death.
The tom got up and ran from the corpse. His heart began to pound hard in his chest as his flank brushed twigs and thorns, which clung to his fur. He felt his fur rise down his spine as sudden bouts of screams and red hazes began to form in his mind. Running blindly away from the body, he felt scarlet blood begin to stick to his paws.
He didn't know where he was as thoughts began to barrel him.
The Empress will know what happened!
More cats know about us!
You foolish, foolish idiot!
That last thought made him halt. He sat down and begin to take short and panicked breaths. If he had few fears, one of them would be being a disgrace in front of all the cats he grew to chat and train with. A disgrace to his second family to put it simply.
But that now put him back in his real surroundings. His amber gaze slowly scanned the area. A stream flowing neatly a few foxlengths ahead of him. Pale orange grass below him, which felt oddly spiky. A dark shadow with sharp edges that came from behind the cat made him turn to look at the thing. His eyes narrowed.
Just a pine tree, he thought as she shrugged and turned back to look at the stream.
How did I get here? A shrug from the tom answered that. I wouldn't know, nor would I care anyways.
He continued to admire the stream when a creak sounded behind the dark brown tom. His ears perked up, but he did nothing more.
Another creak. The tom tried to ignore it, if not for his fur starting to make him look like a bush.
The sound of something snapping was clearly a terrible sign. The cat turned around to see what happened.
Too late for the poor soul.
The pine tree fell and landed on the tom, who's spine was ultimately crushed by the tree. His muzzle twitched and a spasm racked his body one last time before he went limp.