Another update!? Yes, but it's short and important - again!
Seriously, this is extremely important. It's actually the prologue. I literally had like four prologues I'd typed up (three of which focused on Lionclaw) but they were just filler (plus, I put off the prologue, and then forgot about it). This is extremely crucial for advancing the storyline.
Now, who do you think this is?
Prologue
An inky blackness stretched across the sky, an empty void of nothing. Oily, dark soil slushed underpaw, black mist swirling just mere inches above the ground. There was no light – none except for the eerie glow that emanated from the fungus that grew at the trunks of black, twisted trees that bore no leaves.
Wandering this dreaded landscape was a pretty she-cat. Her thick fur was a dark shade of brown, with black stripes snaking their way down her sides. Her multicolored eyes sparkled in this dark place – one a green-leaf green, the other a dark, crystal blue.
The she-cat began humming a lullaby to herself, one that was told to her as a child. She couldn't remember the words, it'd been so long, but she could remember the fluctuations of the tune. She continued to hum to herself until she came to an inky pool of water.
Peering into the pool, the she-cat watched as the ink parted to reveal a clear vision, one of a silver tabby tom with amber eyes.
A low growl rumbled in the she-cat's throat as she remembered the humiliation she'd faced. She'd never been turned down before – on anything. It was surprising how one simple word could send someone into complete chaos.
It didn't matter, though. Soon, she'd have her revenge. She didn't want to physically hurt this cat: that would be vile. Admittedly, splitting flesh was something rather divine, but she wanted this cat to break down and crumble. You see, physical wounds healed with time, but emotional pain, that lasted forever – it was pristine.
A satisfied grin stretched the she-cat's lips as she gazed down into the pool. She already knew what she wanted to do – all she had to do was wait. Good things come to those who wait, after all. She drew her tongue around her jaws, her vulgar thoughts making her heart race in her chest. She was going to play with this cat until there was nothing left to break. Really, to her, this whole thing was nothing but a game.
And it was sure to be an interesting one.