Hiya guys! New story named Hunger. Though this an extremely short prologue, please bear with me as this is my first story. Im going to try to post a new page every other day. Some of the cats in the story do not have warrior names, though they live in clans. They are clan-born though not loners. Leave a review to tell me how Im doing!
Dont hate it •-•
Prologue
Cold blinked. Then he blinked again. It was the same eerie fog he'd always known. The warmth and protection of his mother's embrace was but a distant memory. He was here on his terms alone. A banished land where souls of the damned await to pick the flesh from bone. Hungry but never satisfied. He stretched his paws impatiently. She was late. Or he was early. He didn't care. He wished that she'd show so he could go back home. Or whatever it was called. The air swooshed violently past him, it smelled of rot.
"I thought I told you dusk?" a she-cat with raven black fur snapped. Her pelt was ragged and filled with fleas. Her eyes, narrowed slits of blue. Her disdain for him was evident though it bothered him none.
"Its close enough," Cold countered, his eyes reflected the setting sun before meeting her icy gaze. Apprehension prodded his heart like a thorn. The darkness was almost upon them. Kits were claw fodder to them. "Let's get this over with, Shaded. Did you bring the stuff that I asked for?"
"Of course I did. I'm not stupid." Shaded growled. Her tail swished to the right to reveal what looked to be the skull of a small rodent. Insignificant. Cold snorted. "That's the best you could do?" his fear was getting the better of him.
Shaded let out a ferocious yowl and rammed into Cold. His small frame crumpled under her weight and his head struck the ground with a thump. Shaded's pushed her muzzle forward, her teeth glinting.
"You will never speak that way to me again, you useless kit. The darkness can easily replace you. You're expendable, don't forget it." And with that, Shaded grasped the skull between her jaws and crushed it violently.
Cold let out a squeal of horror. His only chance of escaping tumbled to the ground in pieces. Shaded was gone. Her scent fading into the tree line. She had a right to be afraid. The darkness was coming. To reap those who defy them, bathe in their despair and drink from their pools of the last hour. The moon was lifting quickly. And it was coming to set his soul on fire.
How was that? Hopefully my creative mojo will ensnare you along for the ride
~Reckoning