SPOTTEDFERNKITTY IS BACK AND...NOT SURE WHAT RHYMES WITH BACK. I MEAN, LIKE QUACK? MAYBE SACK? I DUNNO. BUT METHINKS ITS BEEN LIKE WAY TOO LONG SINCE IVE POSTED! SO HERE WE GO!
Chapter one: Intro.
We all know about cats in past tales who were abused as a kit, and ended up saving something and becoming heroes, as they accept their lives and forgive those who hurt them. After all, that was in the past. But not every cat is that way. There are some cats who use that anger, and hatred, as a way to seek revenge on the causes of the pain they had experienced. I am one of them. Before I tell you who I am, or what exactly happened, let me get one thing straight. I have no regrets. The Dark Forest was more than welcoming, and my life here is better than I could have ever imagined. Better than down in the clans, where everyone treated me like a plaything, a scratching log, something to take their anger out on whenever they felt like it. And I still am satisfied by my own way of seaking revenge on them; hurting them all back. So I guess now I'll have to give you some background info, so starting off, my name is Ravenflight. My parents were Cloudpelt and Flamenose of Shadowclan. Or as I like to call them, disgraces 1&2. The way they treated me, their only kit EVER, is NOT something that they could ever have been proud of, though they acted like it was something to be honored for, beating up your daughter until she either blacked out, pretended to, or eventually ran to the only person she could trust, which brings me to another point. The most important cat in my entire life, the one who protected me from my father's senseless and brutal beatings and my mothers harsh, hating words, the only cat in the world who I ever felt cared about his name was Fallensky. He, too, was abused as a kit, even more ruthlessly and sparadically than I was. It brings me shame thinking about how the way his clan treated him was so much more horrid than mine (yet), and he took it like it was nothing. Forgave them, ahh it was a long time ago, but forgiveness has only ever been implicated in my heart once. Not the point. I took it in the worst way imaginable. It make me want to score my long, sharp claws down the face of the nearest cat or being just thinking about it, the pain and loss and hatred flooded the dry, cracked, broken river that was my soul. It fueled me in a way, but not in the 'good way'. Instead of the river inside me being hydrated by love, caresses, soothing voices, and forgiveness, it was taken over by the hurt, the sorrow, the burning hatred I have to this very day. And the river still runs deep. It's not changin anytime soon. So, let's start telling the story, shall we?
Man it feels good to write again! Also, a side note, I will be taking OC's from whoever submits them, but fair warning just in case, if there are too many then I will pick the ones that best fit the style of the story, so slight chance that your OC might not be picked. If they aren't, then I will try to feature them in another story, so go ahead and leave em!