Chapter 2
Silverstreak crept low to the forest floor, her tail lifted slightly above so it didn't drag on the ground and make a scrapping sound that would scare away her prey. She positioned her paws carefully as she slowly stalked towards a unsuspecting mouse chewing on a red berry.
It was so close...she could see the twitch of the tiny rodent's whiskers and it's jaw muscles clenching and unclenching, working quickly to gnaw on the bright crimson berry. Silverstreak glared at it intently as she readied herself to spring.
Silverstreak leaped up to pounce on her prey. In that heartbeat she could see the terror in it's little beady black eyes as it tried to scramble to safety.
Triumph soared through her momentarily as she knew that the tiny rodent was never going to scramble to safety in time. But...
A gray and white blur flashed toward her in front of her eyes as it leaped in front of her, pouncing on her prey. She had to leap sideways to avoid knocking into the cat that stood before her. He killed the mouse that she was stalking with a soft bite to it's throat, a crimson drop of blood gushing out.
She was the one who was supposed to catch it! She was the one that was supposed to slit it's tiny throat with her fangs, to relish the taste of the rodent's blood on her tongue.
The gray and white cat looked up curiously at Silverstreak, an amused purr rumbling out of his throat. Everyone knew him as he was one of the most respected warriors of ThunderClan.
Silverstreak sighed. She knew the truth that hid deep inside him, coiled up so deeply that no one was capable of seeing past his mask of a personality that other cats decided was too nice, hiding his true character.
"Hello Stormleap," Silverstreak hissed, trying at no avail to let her irritation show, "is there a reason on why you stole my prey right before I was about to catch it? In front of my eyes?"
She felt her own ear twitching out of habit when someone got in her way. That arrogant piece of fox-dung!
Stormleap's amber orbs flashed with an more amused expression than before.
"I stole your prey?" he replied innocently. "I thought you were just fooling around, pretending to catch it like a kit playing with a butterfly."
He started to pad away, but Silverstreak cuffed him harshly on his right ears. She wanted him to know that she was not to be messed with. Red spots danced in her vision, and fiery white-hot rage built up in her belly. Oh, what she would do to slit his throat right now. To see the dark colored blood gushing out of his throat, the same color as the mouse that she should have caught.
"Ow," Stormleap protested, "that hurt!" He dropped the mouse down, licked his paw, and rubbed his ear gingerly. Silverstreak rolled her eyes. He was pathetic.
"At least I'm not as fat as a kittypet like you, you piece of fox-dung!" Silverstreak retorted. A smug grin curled around the corners of her mouth, barely noticeable. "No, I take that back. You're way fatter than any kittypet." She immediately regretted her words as they came out of her mouth, but took her remorse back as she heard his response.
Stormleap turned around curiously, his, no her mouse dangling from his jaws.
"Me, fat? I'm strong, stronger than you! You've got some serious anger issues...and you're too weak, too thin." Stormleap shot back. Silverstreak shook with rage at his disdainfulness.
Silverstreak shook away the thoughts of murdering the conceited tom in his sleep. Depriving him of his life, not that he deserved one anyway. She was shocked by the audacity of his words, how idiotic — how insolent he was! The nerve of that tom!
Silverstreak gave herself a quick look-over. What made ThunderClan think that she was incapable of fending for herself?
They had never said anything really bad about her, but the other warriors implying it in their words was a hundred times worse.
They were too busy thinking that she was too weak because she was too thin and all of that. She had never been to any Gathering before! It was like no one knew she existed at all, but the little bits of conversations that caught her attention at night when the cats around her in the warriors den was enough the prove that she existed, even if the words hurt more than a thorn in one's pad.
If only someone would understand her, attempt to empathize with her, or maybe even challenged her.
Challenges.
Oh, she loved a good fight and thirsted for her first real battle. And she had just the idea to be in one soon.
Very soon.
