Hehe! Now to start my collection of one-shots, hopefully with a good one. And I'm giving as little context to these as I can bear, although I might go back and make these into something later. You never know...
Running was to simple a word for it, because running is easy to understand. No, these flashes: of color, and noise, and emotion- they could not simply be defined as running. The smoke, the yells, the terror. Rocks scraping and slashing at my pads, screaming for me to give up and simply be consumed by the chaos and fire.
"Fern! Run!" I screeched, watching in horror as the love of my life fell beneath the claws of these strangers. I had heard the rumors of the ruthless warriors who brought fire down on those they wanted to destroy. But I had thought that they were just that. Rumors. When they came, it was too late. Trespassing, they said. Stolen prey, slaughtered kits. Fox dung, the lot of it! We never leave these woods. We've never even seen their border! So the stick fell. The burning stick. Then they set upon us, just as deadly as the flames they raced through.
The smoke was unbearable now. Flames, racing through the forest, scorching the trees and razing the ground. It seemed like the entire world was ablaze, sending waves of immense heat roaring into the sky like the roars of a vicious predator. Tearing my gaze away from the scene unfolding before me, I fled through the forest to the only safety I could think of. Deep in the forest, a rock in the middle of a large pond. Lunging for the edge of the water, I thrashed my way to the only safety from the flames.
The heat was unthinkable.
The yowls: Of pain, of crazed triumph- for I had no doubt the attackers were insane- ringing in my ears and hurting my head.
And the eyes. Everywhere I could look, I saw more places for an enemy to be hiding than I could count. Was that a pair of eyes, watching me, ready to pounce? No, it was merely the flames reflecting against twoleg rubbish. What about that? No, it was just some ripe berries the fire hadn't burned yet.
My own paranoia driving me to breaking point, in the end, was the biggest threat I never saw coming. Oh well. Things aren't so bad now, I guess. The others, the ones I once respected and lived among? They serve me now. And those who don't? They fall beneath my claws. They payed. I have their secrets. I have their very lives.
I am not the cat I once was. He was Oak, and he was weak. I am Blaze. And my love, my mercy, my emotion...
They are just as burned up as that stick. Memories.
Soon, you shall be memories too.
Raze, Attack!
Hehe. This won't be updated regularly. It'll just be... whenever I feel like it really. Just a place to keep my one-shots.