Oh look what the cat's brought in;
If you where a king up there on your throne,
Would you be wise enough to let me go?
For this Queen you think you own,
Wants to be a hunter again.
Hunter, DIDO.
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Also jazara evergreen I hope you find some awnsers in this chapter, there is a reason why I didn't give them yet. As for the 'hite room' it was 'white room', thanks for mentioning it I'll surely fix it when I can (I'm so lazy). And check your inbox I left you a message.
Look what I've got: a filler chapter! (kind of anyways) I figured out that talking a bit about the Hord's 'traditions' might be helpful. Look at it like a pause from all this lovely angst I feed you usually.
My name is Wild Dash Of The Startled Hare but you can call me Wild, really. I have been appointed as the head of the hunters by our beloved Master herself, she gave me my name too. She really is the best cat you could find, and real smart too. I don't think much, why would I do that anyways? But today is different, It's been a few sunrises, how much exactly I don't know, since Shadow and Frosty have dissapeared. If Frosty dies it's not a big problem, I always wondered why they named him in the first place, but if anything happens to Shadow they'll have my fur for sure. But the problem is I can't move, if I go away and Shadow finds her way back here how will we do? This is a very difficult question, I'm not used to that, part of my brain keeps screaming about how we should ask the Master. Butshe's not here, she can't clear the shadows from our path now.
Clouds That Hide The Rising Sun, the only named cat left here apart me, has no idea either, we can only waut fo things to pass as always. The difference is that she knows how to count, that means she's quite smart too, but of course The Master is way better than her.
So, following her suggestion, we counted the cats of the Hunters, to pass the time maybe. I don't see how it could help us but whatever keeps her calm is fine with me, a luck that the Sorting didn't appoint me to her, she would have skinned me raw rather than carry kits. So here you are, the cats of the Hunters described by Clouds and me.
The Sorting is a thing for the named cats only, once you have your name and reach the ten moons you have a mate appointed to you. Normally you don't have a say in who your mate is but it can be arranged. Once you have your mate it's for life unless one dies. As males and females are treated as equals she-cats have to work until a few days before kitting, no herbs are given to them and the older mollies help for the kitting as the Hord has no healer.
The Hunters (Dispatch #2 of The Hord)
Lead Hunter: Wild Dash Of The Startled Hare: A tom with short but thick light brown fur with a cream underbelly, dark green eyes. I like to think that i'm the most important cat out here, of course The Master is ruling us all.
Named cats:
-Clouds That Hide The Rising Sun: A molly with quite long and fluffy light grey fur and a flat muzzle, yellow eyes too. She thinks she's real smart because she knows how to count but I ay real cats don't need that, she's also a bit psycho- Ouch! Okay, just don't hit me!
-Frosty Drop Off The Willow Tree: He has short and silky black fur with a sort of weird masky thingy around his eyes, his eyes are grey, sort of stormy blue if you prefer. I swear he looks so feminine, like if his name wasn't laughable enough. Not that I know him that well, always stuck wth Shadow, I wonder how she stands him.
-Faithful Shadow Of The Everlasting Master: Real small, fluffy, quite long white fur, saphhire blue eyes. I respect her, really, even her name is a sign of dedication towards The Master, not to mention I have to be polite withe her as she's surely in lign to be the next Master. Oh, hey Clouds, I was just finishe- Ouch, stop hitting me!
Unnamed cats :
Full grown:
- A silver molly with white stripes, amber eyes. She's quite pretty, never talks much and hunts well, if anybody deserves a name it's her.
-A dark brown tabby tom with white forepaws, brown eyes. The agressive type, always here to bully the weak or lazy, quite useful actually.
-A ginger tom with a darker stripe on his back, green eyes. He's the dark tabby's cronie, always the first to attack and the first to flee.
-A black tom with ginger flecks, blue eyes. Never saw a tom look like him, quite weird, maybe he had a freak accident in his mother's belly? He has a twisted tail too.
-A fawn colored molly, long fur, really dark amber eyes. The kind of vixen I can't stand, she never settles down, always weaving herself around the tom's paws.
-A calico she-cat, amber eyes. Meh...
-A pure white she-cat with silver ears, glassy blue eyes. She's actually deaf, do I get all the outcasts or what?
-A white and brown tom, greasy type of slick fur, grey eyes. He never says anything, do you think he's mute?
-A very dark grey she-cat, spiky fur and skinny build, evergreen eyes. She must be the runt of her litter but she's real fierce, can tear your ear off before you can say 'owl'.
-A brown dappled tom with a white chest, wide blue eyes. He's okay, I guess...
Underlings (young cats in learning):
-A scrawny white molly with a brown tabby patch on her back, weird orange eyes. The fastest cat of this dispatch.
-A sandy orange tom with brown tabby markings and a lighter underbelly, big green eyes. A sort of 'look at me' tom, he's cute and he knows it.
- A small, sickly, greyish blue tom, amber eyes. This one won't survive long.
The Hunters are actually divided by dispatchs by the Master, five in total. When you see the number of cats in this one only it seems huge but the Hord is in fact made of numerous cats, three hundred or more. Even with all those cats hunting most of the Hord cats are lucky if they get a meal every two days, even if the numerous births make up for the dead.
My name is Clouds, you already know my full one. I like the short saying for it, it sounds unique not boring like Cloud or silly like Cloudy. Maybe it's because I never fit in before I met the Hord. You see I was a housecat before, with a human, house, cat chow and all. I never really liked it there but it wasn't like I had a choice, I never knew anything beyond the glass barrier of my felted world. So you must wonder, how did I end here, in the middle of these cold mountains, fraying with the wild cats. I think that if you have time for a story it's the good time for one.
I was born vulnerable, the only kit of my litter and my mother killed by my very birth. I am very aware that if it wasn't for the humans I would have died that day, the only day I knew then. But with the constant care and the filling milk I was fed I grew up to be more than they ever hoped. Not only was I the perfect specimen of my 'race' but my difformed muzzle was just normal enough to breathe like the others, thus making me a vary energetic kitten, always ready for a challenge. I was the smartest one of the house too, they loved to make up puzzles for me to solve and I loved showing them that I had no problem doing so. I was truly a curiosity but I never took notice then.
And so I lived my first months, I mean moons, playing around and pulling pranks. There was other kittens too but we never got along, I was too smart and they where too calm. I refused to see myself as a cat, for me I was as human than the two legged creatures that brought me up. I was mocked and taunted for that but I simply refused to admit otherwhise, that would be marking me as an anomaly, it would be telling me that I didn't belong. So I continued my life, being showed around for my great intelligence as well than for my looks, avoiding more than ever any contact with my kind. I think it was my way of being happy. They named me too, but it made no difference for my young yet brilliant mind, names didn't count as much then. I think mine was Falcho, Falcho of The Arabic Cradle. Of couse I wasn't an exeption because I knew how to count, I was an exeption simply because I thought I was human, and so I gave it all to humans.
But I attracted too much attention, and it was not all of the good kind. People got greedy and it was to who possesed me first. My humans declined the offers at first, saying that I was part of their family, that they would never sell me. But then the offers became more agressive, telling them they where in danger for wanting to protect me, that they would make them miserable for refusing. So they lied. They lied by saying they where waiting for the best offer, the one nobody could refuse. It bought us peace for a moment, the threats dwindled and we made the mistake to think that we would be forgotten, that we could live in peace.
But it was a big mistake indeed because it came, they gave a million for my soul and they let them. My humans where only that after all, greedy creatures who resisted until they could no more. They told me that I was special, that I was lucky, that I was worth a million. But I knew I wasn't, I knew that it would never be the same because the night they sold me was not only the night I lost my family. It was the night I lost all faith in humankind.
I had never been outside and it scared me, the noise he lights, the nature and all those unknown things where so overwhelming that I cried, for the first time of my life I cried. Unlucky me, it wouldn't be the last time. The ride was long, the vehicle they put me into was dark and smelt like tabacco and dogs. Needless to say I hated it. I refused to admit it was happening to me, I was smart so I knew they really sold me but I still refused to think that going back home wasn't an option. When the doors opened and i was trown into a dark and empty room smething broke. I relised the god they talked abou didn't exist, and that humans where never to be trusted because they would betray you at the most unthinkable moment. So I just lay on the cold floor and cried. It was the second time.
When they finally let me out I learned a fiew things about my new home.
The first one was that a rich man needs expensive pets, pets not family, and that was the first big shock. I had always been treated as a family member so just being fed and ignored was a shock so big that I found a couch, laid down and cried. It was the third time.
I discovered the second one when I woke up, a broom knocking me down to the floor. It was that a cat should never sit where the said rich man does, because the carpet or the pet beds are the only places allowed. That time I was so shocked that I didn't cry, I just sat on the floor and waited.
The third rule was that human food was banned, what they fed us smelled so foul that I starved myself at first, until I was beaten for eating a crumb under the table. That night was the fourth time I cried.
The last one was t never claw anything and it was a painful rule to learn, by then I was just so used to it that I didn't cry, I just hissed and walked away.
But even if the other pets avoided me and that the maids hated me I could have continued like that, eating and sleeping and being showed like a pretty jewel in contests. Surely for any other cat it would have been possible, but not for me. I was too fond of love to let it go, and even if my ability to love had been beaten up and maimed it wasn't dead yet, that's why I didn't accept my fate. I was sour and vicious by then, nobody talked about me then because I had lost my ability to share and to trust, any puzzle brought to me was ignored and nobody tried to stick the pieces of my broken soul together. I was just a sad cat with a sad life.
But one day it all changed, it had began like a normal day thought, a beating for putting a paw on the chair then being prepped up to cover the scars. They caught me in a corner and stuffed me in a basked, knowing I would be calm for the contest. And I would be because I had to, because I knew that if I didn't do shows anymore they would get rid of me, and a small part of me still hoped for a better life. The ride was still the same, long, boring and smelly, I still wonder why they never got rid of the fear scent that clung to the metal floor. Then the van began to shake.
As the first rip appeared in my crushed baket I slipped though, I don't know why, I don't know how, but I found myself looking at a quickly passing field, ready to jump. I had never been so scared of doing something in my life, somehow despite my trembling body and the agonized cries of my travel mates as we hit a wall full force, I jumped. Adrenaline gave me so much energy that my muscular paws carried me faster and higher than ever before. The fence was right before me, it's jagged spiked glinying in a macabre greeting, but I flew straight above it. I really thought I was flying, it was such an intense and unknown experience that I forgot to be afraid, I forgot that the ground existed and I forgot that I didn't have wings. All that because for a tiny moment, a few precious seconds, I was really flying.
And then I hit the ground.
Okay I admit I love evil cliffhangers. And I lied, for the angst.
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