Rumble. Rumble is all I hear of the magnificent thunderstorm that is approaching. Rain coming in waves of gentle hissing, like the ocean waves, just swaying in the wind. Lightning flashes in my eyes, the hissing of the storm gradually growing stronger. Lightning flashes once again, lightening up my small nest, the sirens of twoleg monsters ringing at a distance outside just blend in the background as the rain thumps on the log I am resting in. The noise of a distant monster that roars in the sky was high in the sky, and then it disappeared...Silence, a deadly, simple silence.
The leaves rustling at a nearby tree, dew sparkling its leaves as the artificial light of a street light glared down at it. I am different, then most other cats. Other cats are not happy with sober, cruel weather, but as I said. I am different, I am attracted to this beautiful storm, quite as drawn as I am to other storms as well. Am I weird? Yeah, possibly. But that doesn't stop me from being who I am. My name is Brooke, and yes, I am a loner. Staying away from the Clans is the biggest priority I have. Why not live with them you might ask? No, I don't belong there. They are different, have their sharing Clan ways. But me? No, I prefer keeping to myself.
My eyes flicker open as another rumble growls outside. Two lights appear, and my guess is that they installed new lights. I sigh as I lay in my nest, watching the outside of the trunk of the dead tree. Again, flash flash rumble rumble. Once by the second, another explosion of a loud rumble echoed through the log. The light was just strong enough for me to catch a glimpse outside. Lightning flashes, and outside, a dark shape in form of a cat was standing there. "Ah, Brooken." The voice purred, but it was laced with dread and misery. It sent a shiver down my spine. No one called me Brooken in years, since my mum died. "How do you know me?" I whispered cautiously. "Oh, we've met..." He assured me. I sniffed, and then I froze. "Your a Clan cat. How would I know you?" I asked.
"I was there." The tom whispered. "I was there, that night. With the fire roaring through the forest." He murmured. "Sound a little familiar?" I snorted. "What do you mean?" Moments past. "You...you were there..." I trailed off as tears rolled down my cheeks. "You killed my Mum."
"Well yes, I did." The stranger prodded the ground as if he didn't care. "You killed her!" I snarl leaping to my paws. I will maul, this insufferable, idiot, stupid excuse for a cat! "I killed her because I had to." The stranger was taking an effort to be calm. "You had to? That's a Clan cat excuse?" I wanted to kill this cat. "Um..." He looked loss for words. Instead, I leaped, on him bowling him over and scratching his spine. "A stupid rogue wants to fight a Clan cat?" he sneered knocking me over and hitting my face. The pain stung like fury. But I couldn't cower. "Why be a stupid Clan-cat?" I hiss back. "Always caring for each other. And when a cat dies, you fight over leadership." I scoff. "Beyond stupid!" I glare. "Oh, and you loners only keep to yourself. Be nuisances, and walk in territories as if they were your walk in the park." He snarled, launching himself at me. I quickly side-step, and claw his back, causing him to unbalance. "Where did you learn that move?!" hissed the Clan cat. "I practice." I growl, and throw him on the muddy grass. Mud squelches at my claws, and I place a paw on his neck, claws unsheathed. "Who are you?" I hiss. The tom cowered under my grip. "Tell me!" I push down harder on his neck. "Cloudclaw!" the tom whispered. "Well, Cloudclaw. Get away from me, and if I see your face again, I will kill you. You can count on that, you piece of dung!" I scream and I let the cat skitter away. "That's right, coward. Run to your Clanmates!"
I sigh, and sit down. Usually, I have a very controlled temper, but this stocky cat comes up to me and tells me he killed my mother? Try controlling that.
I stop by for a quick hunt, pinpointing a moorhen, and stalking it quietly, and finishing it off with a killing bite. I picked it up and headed to my sodden nest. I couldn't stop thinking about that tom. Was Clan life that good? I mean, yeah, its pretty impressive how all these big groups of cats take care of eachother. But still. Life of a loner is more free..Clan cats think of stupid 'warrior ancestors' which they believe that they will saves their hides in every bad situation? Oh please. That's beyond stupidity. I ate the moorhen, enjoying every single bite. I batted a stray feather off my nose. I finished the food, and curled up in my nest. The vision roared in my eyesight, flashing in that night. The fire that killed millions, the fire that killed my parents. I never loved my dad, though. I thought he never liked me, along with my litter mates, which are long gone now. But there was always Mum that cared for me when my dad always tried to get rid of me. I closed my eyes to stop grief from arriving. All I knew was that I was safe, and away from all those problems. Running away from your problems can't save you, a wise cat once said. Well, sorry Wise Cat. I just proved you wrong. Running away from my problems were the only solution to them.
I shut my eyes, falling into a troubled sleep.