And he was angry.
"Why should I go down among the Destroyers? Send someone else."
You may have sometimes thought Cats are magical. Actually, Cats are descended from the Last Left's Clouds. They were sent to the Destroyers, and forgot how to fly. They never came back. Every Last that went down had the high risk of forgetting.
He was NOT going to forget how to fly.
"It is your time. We cannot allow cowards among us, for we must support those who are. Cowards cannot support cowards."
"I am no coward!"
He had black fur, each hair tipped only slightly with a reddish-brown reminiscent of tobacco. His eyes, a tapetum lucidum, a carpet of light, were colored a deep, golden yellow. The kind of eyes that flash with anger. The kind of eyes that blare out his anger in an imperialistic manner. "I am one of the Last! One without a Name!
I. Am. No. Coward."
"We have no proof of that," the other told the him kindly. "A word from the wise- Peace." The other cat once had a brilliantly orange fur, near red dragon sheen, now scattered with gray and white hairs of age. You could faintly see the stripes that pronounced him a tabby, although they were much faded from years of wear on the elder. His eyes were soft and patient, but also stubborn- his eyes radiated a kind message unchanged. "Patience." His eyes were the color of Feline Magic, a stunning green. He had patience in all of his movements, and thus it is no surprise he patiently waited for the other to give up.
"Peace takes courage, and I have none of that when it comes to such pains as Forgetting." The black cat snapped, trying a slightly different tactic.
It did not work. The black cat, snarling and rebellious, was dropped from the Dark Cloud. Quite literally.
Talk about raining cats and dogs.
Of course they wouldn't just drop him while he was subject to elements. The black cat had rather handsome raven wings, for the descent down. It's not like anyone could see him, except for another cat. Which there was, but I'll get to that later.
Landing lightly on his feet, the Last felt his wings fall into mist. Although still snarling and rebellious, he shook out his frame to discover that his previous size was greatly diminished. Now, he was only the size of a regular kitten.
'Kitten? Kitten? How could they consider me a KITTEN!' he roared in his mind, golden eyes flashing dangerously about. There was nothing he could do, though.
'I guess I'll just have to prove myself, then. They'll be wrong. I am no kitten, I am a Panther! One of the truelasting. You just watch and see,' he thought angrily, raising his gaze to the cloud above. A few tears started to fall, no doubt from his departure. Arrogant he may be, but the Last cared about every one of them. They had close ties to.. what was it..
StarClan. Yes, the cats whose souls' fire had died. They had hardly any Feline Magic, for they had spent most all to allow their souls to continue on. And thus was StarClan born. When one of the fallen Last, or their descendants, died, they used up all little Magic they individually had to fly one last time, to reach their ancestors. Their was infinite room, but you must admit that thousands of Cats spread across Eternity Clouds was overwhelming, and so the Last Left kept to themselves. When they decided the Fallen Cats needed a hero, or just a reminder of their Feline Magic (there had once been a rather huge mess over cats' souls that forgot Feline Magic altogether), the Last Left sent a cat down. Or maybe they just figured less was more. In early times they sent a ton down, although the reason is long forgotten. Most of them forgot to fly and found Names, thus why there are so many house cats (if you must use the term) upon the earth.
In any case, that stuck the Last Left up there with StarClan, and the black cat down here with. . .
Well, that beats me. Who WAS the cat he was with?