Post by SPECKLE on Mar 23, 2012 21:31:41 GMT -5
e b o n y f l o w e r
Hissss. Bright blue orbs illuminated with the moonlight through the shadows. Hissss. The glowing eyes of rattlers shone from the cracks of the rocks ahead of her. Hissss. Her ears quivered as the sounds repeated through the night air. Tssss. The rattlers seemed to become agitated as the Siamese cat stepped toward the rocks, the rattling sound becoming louder and more threatening. A slithering creature moved through the night in the darkness toward the cat and instantly her black paws slammed down on it before it had time to strike. It's rattling ceased and the creature fell limp. She gathered it in her jaws and flung it back toward the rock, watching it's shadow slide back down the rock and fall down into a cravat. She smirked and lowered herself down to her haunches.
Ebonyflower was not a violent cat, hardly. She was kind, nurturing, loyal, and loving to all her clan mates. But when it came to the snake rocks, it was her favorite place in the clan. The she-cat hardly ever took her time to live her life in a challenging and dangerous way, and it was the way she lived it when she was out here. She had killed numerous snakes out here, and even though it was dangerous to be out here, she loved it all the same. It gave her a place to think where no other cat dared to come and gave her a place to call her own because everyone else avoided it. Her thoughts seemed to dance over the dreams that she wished would come true, that of being a better cat, a better warrior, that of having a mate to call her own and a family and kits as well. She loved kits, loved them all, wanted her own even. But she had never gotten her wish. Instead, the exact opposite happened. With a slow glance toward camp and she felt a small flicker of laughter and amusement sparkling through her eyes. She wanted a mate and kits, but it would never happen. Not now. Not yet.
