by Hopeflower » Sun Oct 21, 2007 2:35 am
Bloodspill curled up at the back of the warrior's den, closing her eyes. As soon as she fell asleep, images rushed in on her like a rushing river.
Fur was flying everywhere. Blood spattered the dark gray stones, gleaming in the sunlight. Bloodspill stood facing five of her fellow rogues, cats she didn't know who claimed that these rocks were theirs now. Three more lay dead on the ground in front of her. "Give it up, she-cat," a tom rasped. "This is our home now." Bloodspill let out a weak, rasping snarl. A large cut on her throat was bleeding heavily, though the wound itself wasn't deep enough to kill. The black she-cat turned and lunged, feeling her shoulder scrape solid stone. Suddenly the pain was much worse. One of the rogues had sunk its fangs into her weakened shoulder and pulled hard. A chunk of flesh had torn from her shoulder, leaving Bloodspill to limp away, defeated for now. She turned back and glared at the surviving cats, silently vowing to return and reclaim her land...if she survived the night that is.
Bloodspill sat bolt upright, gasping and panting. The first battle she'd fought...she raised a paw to the scar on her throat, her collar rubbing uncomfortably against the bare skin. "Stupid cats," she snarled under her breath. "If not for them, I wouldn't be injured right now."
"Gotta have a little sadness once in a while so you know when the good times come."
"Talent is a pursued interest. In other words, anything that you're willing to practice, you can do." ~ Bob Ross
"The future is always uncertain and painful but it must be lived." ~ Unknown