Post by Liz on Jun 12, 2011 10:12:36 GMT -5
In the shadows of the forest, a pigeon sat on a low branch, its pale feathers washed with dew as it slept above the ground and cooed softly every once in awhile to check for threats. Little did it know that a predator was only a few tail-lengths away, carefully and expertly concealed by the ferns and the dappled sunlight that streamed through the forest canopy. All was quiet except for the occasional call of a crow or mockingbird. The creature kept low to the ground, carefully placing paw after paw closer to the bird that so carelessly was dozying off. Stupid featherh-heads. The cat thought, smirking as it looked up at the so close piece of prey. His hind-legs bunched, ready to spring.
We can see where the story went; The cat springed and the bird was caught. The mouthwatering scent of fresh-kill filled Owlfeather's nostrils as he pciked up the life-less bird and slowly started to carry back to camp, chin held up high so that the prey didn't become dirtied with dust or debris. This was just another way Owlfeather was trying to prove himself, always trying to prove himself to gain the acceptence and respect of the clan. Yes, he had been the mate of Rainstar and yes he brought back her daughter, Fatekit, and ,yes again, many automatically accepted him. But there were still some that, when they could, shot him suspicious eyes, furious glares, and sneers of disgust. He was, after all, not born of the forest, having come from Twolegs and a kittypet life. Still, his pelt burned with anger and frustration that no matter how hard he tried, there were still some that wouldn't ever accept him as their clanmate, and no matter what he did, he would never feel completely safe in a clan where cats whispered, and very possibly plotted, against him.
The last thought sent a shiver down his spine. There were still former allies of the treacherous Thistleclaw in the clan and he had heard that one of the prisonershad escaped, but he still didn't know which. Even though that had been moons ago, before he ever even heard of the clans, he still heard stories, and they were real enough to have him check over his shoulder every once and awhile. Was it possible that he is a target of some cat's revenge against Rainstar for what she did to them? Oelfeather shook his brown and black tipped head, blinking his hazel eyes against the light. Stop scaring yourself, you mousebrain. he mumbled through the feathers of the pigeon. The traitors must be dead by now, or long since left the clan territory. He was just causing himself more undue stress and fear. Owlfeather walked on, just a little faster, looking straight ahead the entire time. But no matter how much he tied to convince himself, the fear still crept up inside of him.
We can see where the story went; The cat springed and the bird was caught. The mouthwatering scent of fresh-kill filled Owlfeather's nostrils as he pciked up the life-less bird and slowly started to carry back to camp, chin held up high so that the prey didn't become dirtied with dust or debris. This was just another way Owlfeather was trying to prove himself, always trying to prove himself to gain the acceptence and respect of the clan. Yes, he had been the mate of Rainstar and yes he brought back her daughter, Fatekit, and ,yes again, many automatically accepted him. But there were still some that, when they could, shot him suspicious eyes, furious glares, and sneers of disgust. He was, after all, not born of the forest, having come from Twolegs and a kittypet life. Still, his pelt burned with anger and frustration that no matter how hard he tried, there were still some that wouldn't ever accept him as their clanmate, and no matter what he did, he would never feel completely safe in a clan where cats whispered, and very possibly plotted, against him.
The last thought sent a shiver down his spine. There were still former allies of the treacherous Thistleclaw in the clan and he had heard that one of the prisonershad escaped, but he still didn't know which. Even though that had been moons ago, before he ever even heard of the clans, he still heard stories, and they were real enough to have him check over his shoulder every once and awhile. Was it possible that he is a target of some cat's revenge against Rainstar for what she did to them? Oelfeather shook his brown and black tipped head, blinking his hazel eyes against the light. Stop scaring yourself, you mousebrain. he mumbled through the feathers of the pigeon. The traitors must be dead by now, or long since left the clan territory. He was just causing himself more undue stress and fear. Owlfeather walked on, just a little faster, looking straight ahead the entire time. But no matter how much he tied to convince himself, the fear still crept up inside of him.
