Here is the prologue to the upcoming story 'Passionate Revenge'! Please read and review!
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A bitter wind screeched between bulky pine trunks, tearing limbs away from the clustered forest, leaving sap to trickle from the shattered wood like blood from flesh. Rain came down in a single endless sheet, pelting needles from the slender boughs. Black clouds smeared the moon and stars from sight, echoing with forlorn booms as lightning raced between the thundering forms of darkness.
Amidst the storm, black paws splashed through puddles of murky water. Narrow stripes sliced down the rain-slicked pelt of gray, dull blue eyes wide with terror. Round jaws spread in a shriek, the sleek form of the feline shot through the forest like a bullet, tail streaming out into the damp rain. Chest heaving, heart pounding, the cat hurled itself over a moss-covered log, rain trickling down the smooth bark sides and soaking into the moss. Scrambling to stand in the wet pine-needles, dripping fur bristling, the poor creature pinned itself against the trunk, lowering its trembling form into a tight crouch.
Within moments, the sound of thudding paws broke through the rain and thunder, dark shouts passing between unseen enemies. The gray tabby pressed further against the log, whispering under its breath.
Four shapes flew into view, soaring over the log and striking the ground on the other side. Still shouting and cursing, they continued on, oblivious to the small shape beneath the log.
Peering nervously out, the blue-eyed cat slowly crept from its hiding spot, leaping back over the log in a rush and stumbling through the forest. Lightning lit up the sky again, revealing gouges that marred the feline, crimson blood smearing its body.
Breath came in strangled gasps as the wounded animal dragged itself through the forest, rain pelting down upon it, ears flattened against the chiseled skull.
And then it came staggering into a small glade, paws slipping and sliding on a slope. Smoke billowed into the air from the charred remnants of a bush, only broken by the falling rain. Blood wreaked in the nose of the feline, even though the air was damp. Lifeless forms lay strewn across the glade, glassy eyes flashing as another bolt of lightning lit up the sky.
Trembling violently, a single, horrible sob escaped the cat as she fell to her body, simply collapsing. Tears spilled from her eyes in an endless flow, chest heaving with each new sob. Her camp… Her life… It was all gone.
Finally, rousing herself from her misery, she staggered to her paws, dizzy from a cut on her head. She slunk slowly amongst what was left of Mountainclan camp, holding back more tears as they brimmed in her eyes. She lowered her nose, gently letting it caress each body she came to. Finally, though, she came upon the motionless form of a lithe, glossy black cat, fur soaked with rain and blood. Her mate, Ravenwing.
She stared bitterly at it for several long moments, swallowing the lump in her throat. He had caused this misery. He had betrayed her, betrayed all of them. And for what? The foxes had killed him in the end.
With a sudden shriek, she reared, ebony claws flashing. Then she brought them down upon his skull, snarling as she battered it relentlessly for several moments until a sharp crack greeted her efforts. Then she lodged her claws into his belly, rolling him over so that he was laying on his back; a sign of cowardly acts for her clan. If you died on your back, you must have submitted yourself to your enemy before death.
Fresh blood trickled from his cold, still body. She slashed her claws through his skin a few times, venting her anguish. And then she collapsed across the wiry, torn form, body clutched by violent sobs again, her form shaking and lurching as she cried.
It wasn't fair. She understood everything now; it still wasn't fair. Ravenwing had only become her mate because she had joined the clan as a rogue; he realized that she had known where the horde of foxes lived, deep in the mountains. He made himself close to her, made her trust him. And then, his deceiving plan at work, he caused her to tell him. Why should she have thought he would do such things? No, now she understood; he wanted power.
Never again would this happen. She had thought someone had actually liked her; most frowned upon her as a rogue. No- toms were nothing but cruel, deceiving creatures. They needed to all die. Even so, one thing was clear: she didn't belong in a clan, the rumors were right. She would always be a rogue… Always…
The word echoed in her head. Tears ceasing, the black-pawed cat slowly raised her eyes, dull eyes sparking with new light. Slowly, her lips peeled back over ivory teeth, a sinister chuckle rising in her throat. She was rogue again; but this time, she would make sure males never hurt her again!
And throughout the dark night crouched she over the body of the black cat, blood spattering the earth around her, rain pelting upon her body. She had found an opportunity amongst the misery; and she was snagging it!
Hope you like this prologue to the upcoming story 'Passionate Revenge'! Please review!