The fire held within
Burned, scared, scarred
The sea at its calm
Sad, tired, abandoned
At time when both clash
Smoke will rise
Destroy, Revenge, Destroy
I opened my cimson eyes, meeting another's within a heartbeat of time. The other's eyes flashed in hatred. Reflecting the blood to come from my eyes to his own. I was yet to be abandoned, but will be next sunrise, for I am not in need of milk any longer. It was foretold that I was the destroyer of the clans, my crimson eyes shown of the burning determination of the flame prophesized.
Claws, gleaming in the mid-day sunlight, casting shadow upon my head. I knew of what was to come. Too weak to move, or do anything at the least. So, I kept ground, staring at the cat above me. The bark brown of his pelt wanted me to believe that it was not him, but a tree, accidentally crashing into. A supposed pool of embarrassment was showing fangs, not on me, but the attacker. Later, they will pay.
Claws struck my soft silver fur as the seconds had passed. Whilst being hurt, I did nothing but flinch the slightest at the bitter feel gripping my thoughts. His claws filled through my flesh, a scar for reminder of his doing. It hurt, but I still didn't move.
"Refusing? Are you?" He snarled at me mockingly, knowing of no reply in return.
Next, he slithered through the clearing to my back. His claws forged a lightning shaped scar, the meaning from clouds covering the moon. A curse. Nothing more, nothing less. The shape of his pelt formed a kicking stance, as I knew, again, the result. He kicked me brutally and pinned me down.
"Remember this," His tone struck in a horrid tone, "We don't accept curses."
I was exhausted, but mustered the strength to get back up. Crouching low to fit in with the river background, I teetered to the fresh kill pile. I got through the dead bodies to the center of it. Grabbing a mouse for food. The kill pile was always full, which was perfect for my active hiding spot. A tunnel within the center of the pile. Dug into the ground by my own claws.o
This is where I retreated to, to restore health. The sun(day) before this was when I got caught sneaking here. Leaving me without food.
I was better after eating, patching up my scratches with cobwebs found inside of the tunnel. I actually dug as far to a point of finding another tunnel. This is where I reside.
Falling into sleep, I waited for the next sunrise.
"I, Crimsonkit, will get revenge someday. After my banishment!" I vowed silently.