Her dreams were full of eerie silence and the feeling of eyes luring behind the shadows watching her every move. Feeling a sharp jab at her side she rolled around blinking awake. The sunshine bleeding through the den shining Leopard right in the eyes.
Turning around she saw a golden furred cat staring at her with such a furious look that Leopard thought this cat could kill prey with that gaze. The cat shouted at her, "Time to get up, you crowfood!" Then turned and padded out of the den.
Well that was one way to wake up, Leopard thought.
After getting up she glanced around her, all the nests were empty she must be the only one who was sleeping. Once she stretched out trying to wake up she padded outside, it was a bright sunny morning with a slight breeze that scented of rain coming over but through the breeze she could smell prey and leaves wafting through.
Taking aback by the sight before her, there were cats everywhere huddled towards one direction, she couldn't even count how many there was. Moving around the many different color pelts she saw that they were circling this one cat in particular, he was dark grey and black tom with white chest.
As she stared at him she felt fear and anger in the bellows of her stomach. Why does she feel like this? She has never seen this cat before, so why..?
Stopping her thoughts she felt a pair of eyes burning into her pelt when glancing up she saw the tom staring at her. Staring agape at him she couldn't move, her belly was boiling with pure hatred her claws unsheathed buried into the ground her fur bristled, why does she feel like this?
He broke of the glare talking to a cat beside him, his tail pointed towards her and a russet she-cat peered at her then back at him and nodded.
Stepping backward eyes still on the tom her only thought was to get away from him, as quickly as she could. Turning around she had no idea where to go but to her joy she saw Storm by herself sitting with her head to her paws.
Maybe Storm could tell her who the tom was? If she still wanted to talk to her after last night that is.
But as she padded towards Storm a cat blocked her way, it was the russet she-cat the tom was talking to. Backing away from her the she-cat ignored her movements she formerly said, "Leopard I have been told to test your abilities or if you are as useless as some cats." She glared at something behind Leopard.
"But I have no say in the matter. So let's begin shall we?" She walked away tail straight up, she held herself up as if she was some important figure and all should bow before her.
Leopard breathed out irritably, this is going to be fun.
They walked through the entrance together, which was intertwined with thick branches and ferns and was big enough for multiple cats to push through, in silence the other cat staring straight ahead it looked like she knew where she was going. Occasionally Leopard would try to peek at her trying to come up with something to say but nothing came.
Head down she gave up, slowing down so she was behind this cat her eyes wondered around her, it was a brilliant morning but through the thick trees she could still feel the cold bitter winds telling everything in its path a storm is coming.
All the prey seemed to have heard for there was barely any rustling of leaves or scents anywhere that she could tell.
They went on for a while in silence till the undergrowth opened to reveal an open clearing full of thick oak trees, different than the others they passed by.
Suddenly the cat turned around after walking a bit farther and slid in a defensive stance that for some reason Leopard knew. "Attack me." she meowed sternly.
What? Why would she do that? Backing up she shook her head, "No, I won't attack you! I don't even know what your name is. Why would I hurt you?"
The cat snarled at her, fury and rage in her eyes. "Fine if you don't then I will!"
Then she lunged at Leopard, claws unsheathed and barreled into her knocking her down, taking the breath out of her. What should I do? I`m not even sure I know any attack moves. And from this cat`s eyes she might kill me if I don't do something here and fast.
She lunged back at Leopard not waiting for her to get her bearings and landed on her back, clawing and growling at her.
What can I do? She yelled to herself. "I don't want to fight you! Please why are you doing this?" she pleaded at the cat, not doing anything to get the russet cat off her back.
"Well then die! Smoke doesn't want a cat who won't defend herself in battle against an opponent!"
Smoke? Who is that? Maybe it was the cat she was frightened of? Is he the leader? He must be from the sound of her voice.
As the she-cat clawed more and more on her back splaying more droplets of blood, something in her mind clicked and she dropped on her hind legs and rolled away then without a second thought she rushed forward swiping with her front paws at the she-cat face.
Staring at the cat's stunned face with no emotion she hopped for her shoulders feeling her teeth meeting fur she threw it against the ground.
Breathing heavily she paused at the expression the she-cat was throwing at her, terror and panic. She backed away letting the cat get up, how did she do that? She doesn't remember ever knowing that move. Let alone how to fight!?
