The glow of the pale moon shone bright over our shelter. Fat, round, and taunting the moon filled my heart with sheer dread as I thought I saw the black cat once more by the entrance to our clan, his sinister presence pierced my chilling bones. Smoke blew from his jaws as he breathed cooly, his one white paw scratched the surface of rocks as he came closer.
"Give in..." the voice commanded, the smoke filled his chilly eyes, which seem to glow with a supernatural tinge with each pulse on his heart beat. Cool and collected, the exact aura around him. The air seems to ripple with every step he made. I felt blood rush to my nose, which usually lead to a bad feeling. I looked around and noticed the world around me started to commence deterioration every step I made back.
"No... no... NO!" I whimpered, well... screamed more like. I am protected by hiding my emotions! My ears started to flatten and my whiskers bracken out of the way of my mouth, I knew there was not a chance this ghost of a past even think of taking me out. Ashfur will protect me from you motherfucker...
"You're not safe, Memory." The stranger raised an eyebrow and I stopped moving. I slammed my head on the ground as I felt my face hit the dirt, claws raked my tail and I lowered my hindquarters. I sobbed into the white, gritty ground as hot blood dripped from my tail. I heard the growl of a familiar voice.
"Crookedstar..." I gagged, He snarled, but a raspy, scratchy purr from the older demon. I felt his weight off of me as I heard ringing from my ears; I felt fluid fall from my grey fur from my nose, ears, and eyes. I took my right forepaw and wiped my eyes, I didn't care about my blood. It felt like a soothing cream to the Dark Passenger raging at both of supposed mentors.
"An attack can from any direction," Crookedstar cuffed me around my ear and I felt my Need increase. I wanted to slice his jugular right now with the expertise shot Spinningtail taught me the other few moons; as much as I wanted nothing but to tear out his foul tongue and stick it up his ass. Sadly, he hasn't done anything to fit the Code.
"Disgraced again, Memory?" The stranger peered into my bloodshot eyes, looking for any kind of weakness. He scoffed when he found what he was looking for: Rage and misery at my time being here. The black cat tossed dirt over my front paws, a sign of disrespect down here. I didn't dare rise until the tom hisses at me once more.
"Up," He commanded.
I stood up, glaring at Crookedstar who stared at me indifferently, his eyes disturbed me. It makes me want to claw them out, but Ashfur's Code forbids me from doing so. It made me so bitter, that I had to be babysitted by two horrible mentors on the planet. I sighed frustrated,
"Can't we continue this stupid session for a night when it makes sense?"
"Scourge-Master, what do we do with a unable kit who refuses to learn his lesson?"
I looked back at Scourge and he looked at Crookedstar and grinned.
"Crookedstar, Shadekit, prepare yourselves," Scourge gave me a toothy grin.
Uh-Oh...
"Cause neither of you leaves until one of you are unable to continue..."
"Wait.. Wh-?!"
I felt a skull shattering blow to the side of my head, and I felt the hard grass hit me. I grinned at the numbing feeling from my head swimming but I looked past the illustrations of spinning and I jumped to the side to avoid a pounce. I unsheathed my claws and I twitched my ears, knowing he is expecting me to trust my eyes instead of my other senses.
I grin as I jumped backwards and twisted my body around so I can brush past his pelt. I quickly formulated a plot as I reached head level. Harking back to what Spinningtail said, my claws are long enough puncture the veins under his neck. I took a risky chance and took both of my paws to meet his neck to his haunches. I would then be able to land on my paws.
I heard the satisfying yowl of pain as my claws dug into his neck, hopefully slicing through the arteries and the throat. I then used gravity to my advantage and began to tear beyond his rugged pelt and the oh so wonderful scent of blood filled my nostrils. As blood courted as they are. I landed but my paw twisted in a VERY painful way as I fell on my chest and I felt cold, but burning fluid shooting up from my esophagus.
"Ack!" I felt searing hot pain as I felt the wind knocked out of me as I coughed up blood roughly, I spat a splatter of blood onto the ground. I lowered my paws to find a rib out of place and and stifled a sob of Primal Instinct sobbing for Ashfur. I felt a spasm course through me as I learned where the missing rib went.
Right in my lung...
All common sense gone, I flung myself at a limping Crookedstar and I knocked him over the head with the same headbutt he gave me earlier and didn't even feel the damage. Dark Passenger has joined this battle now. Crookedstar now fits Ashfur's code, and now he's going to die once more. I dug my claws into his neck and ripped apart the fur and tore them into a split. I then bit into his veins, and raised my head and tore out whatever I could.
I spat out the rubbery tubes and growled. I was coated with the old tom's blood now and pressed my paw forcefully into his throat, crushing it. I then moved his head towards me so I can see his eyes bluntly. I saw fear in the old cat's eyes as his pupils began to fade, smiling I let the Dark Passenger settle as I look at Scourge with a satisfied grin.
"I win."
"You think this is a game?!" I hear a voice boom beside me.
I looked beside me to see Ashfur walking towards me in a very angry matter. He gave me a hard expression that made me cower under his piercing blue eyes.
"N-no! I was stating-..."
"Enough, I was watching the whole time; Shadekit and I am disappointed in you." Ashfur hissed, "Wake up, and sleep. We are done with you."
"I'M SORRY!" I noticed my voice was buzzed.
I opened my eyes, and looked around the nursery and noticed my face covered in warm fur left and right, I noticed my two sisters were still sound asleep. My screaming will go on unnoticed and silent, for my screams were blocked by the cozy sleeping of my kin's fur. I silently felt the tears come down my face, which is rare since I don't feel... Emotions...
I felt myself slipping once more, into the realm of madness that is my dream scape.
I sighed in relief. I wasn't damaged, but I will be sore...
Maybe Ashfur will let me sleep for once?
