Post by Kibbles on Jul 13, 2014 5:27:12 GMT
Duskblaze the LonerThe brown tabby tom stumbled into the clearing. His ribs showed partially and his fur was ragged. His eyes wide and clouded. His ears were ripped and several scars littered the young tom's body. He was alone. No other cat was with him, nor did he smell any cats near him. Of course, he was so distracted he probably wouldn't be able to notice a cat right in front of him until it was too late.
He didn't think he was alone, though. No. Clearly there was a white tom next to him. One with pale blue eyes and just as many scars as himself. And beside him was a young she-cat with black fur. The trio was skinny, but always stuck together. Always. Thankfully they had all survived the war those several moons ago. That's all that Duskblaze wanted. Was to get them out and safe, away from the cursed clan cats. After all, they were worse than their father.
"Snowstorm, we should hunt soon. We haven't had anything to eat in days," he said. Something was off about his voice. He didn't sound like Duskblaze. He didn't sound firm and brave. He sounded.... broken. As if he had lost all hope. As if he had lost part of himself that could never be replaced. But he wasn't dead. He was alive, perfectly fine, despite being a tad underweight and he needed a good grooming.
Even so, he looked at his brother. Snowstorm was oddly quiet. He didn't say anything. And where had Ravenclaw gone? He looked back and still didn't see her. He shrugged, deciding she had slipped away to go make dirt. Even so, he turned and looked back at Snowstorm.
What his eyes landed on wasn't the young, adventurous cat that was his brother, though. He stared, eyes widening. His breath hitched in his throat. What was before him, was his brother's corpse. It smiled at him, blood running down from its mouth and nose. It cried tears of the thick, metallic liquid. Its teeth broken and claws still unsheathed. Wounds littered the white fur so much that he looked more like a ginger cat than a white one.
"Why do you look so scared, Duskblaze? It's me... Snowstorm."
"No.... you're not Snowstorm. Where is my brother?"
"I am your brother. But look what has happened."
"But how? How did this happen? You were fine just two seconds ago."
"No. I haven't been with you for twelve moons, brother. My body is back on the battle field, although I doubt it is there anymore. I have become one with this forest. Why didn't you save me?"
"I di-"
"WHY DIDN'T YOU SAVE ME?! YOU MADE A PROMISE TO MOM! WHY COULDN'T YOU KEEP IT? YOU TRIED REPLACING ME WITH THAT SHE-CAT ROOK! AND YOU COULDN'T EVEN KEEP HER SAFE!"
"Snowstorm, I-."
The bloodied white tom leaped at him, causing Duskblaze to fall onto his back with fear. But no contact was made. There was nothing but the cold breeze of the morning air. He shuddered as he looked around. He was alone. He had been alone for a while now. How did he not notice? How hadn't he noticed that Snowstorm was dead? And what had happened to Ravenclaw? The only cat he had been with was Rook. Or was she a part of his imagination too?
Tears formed at the corner of the tabby's green eyes. His breathing quickened and he shook with fear. He let out a pained yowl, although there was no physical wound on him. It echoed in through the forest, causing the flapping of wings and terrified alarms of the birds nearby. That was it. He was alone. His brother was dead.
He didn't think he was alone, though. No. Clearly there was a white tom next to him. One with pale blue eyes and just as many scars as himself. And beside him was a young she-cat with black fur. The trio was skinny, but always stuck together. Always. Thankfully they had all survived the war those several moons ago. That's all that Duskblaze wanted. Was to get them out and safe, away from the cursed clan cats. After all, they were worse than their father.
"Snowstorm, we should hunt soon. We haven't had anything to eat in days," he said. Something was off about his voice. He didn't sound like Duskblaze. He didn't sound firm and brave. He sounded.... broken. As if he had lost all hope. As if he had lost part of himself that could never be replaced. But he wasn't dead. He was alive, perfectly fine, despite being a tad underweight and he needed a good grooming.
Even so, he looked at his brother. Snowstorm was oddly quiet. He didn't say anything. And where had Ravenclaw gone? He looked back and still didn't see her. He shrugged, deciding she had slipped away to go make dirt. Even so, he turned and looked back at Snowstorm.
What his eyes landed on wasn't the young, adventurous cat that was his brother, though. He stared, eyes widening. His breath hitched in his throat. What was before him, was his brother's corpse. It smiled at him, blood running down from its mouth and nose. It cried tears of the thick, metallic liquid. Its teeth broken and claws still unsheathed. Wounds littered the white fur so much that he looked more like a ginger cat than a white one.
"Why do you look so scared, Duskblaze? It's me... Snowstorm."
"No.... you're not Snowstorm. Where is my brother?"
"I am your brother. But look what has happened."
"But how? How did this happen? You were fine just two seconds ago."
"No. I haven't been with you for twelve moons, brother. My body is back on the battle field, although I doubt it is there anymore. I have become one with this forest. Why didn't you save me?"
"I di-"
"WHY DIDN'T YOU SAVE ME?! YOU MADE A PROMISE TO MOM! WHY COULDN'T YOU KEEP IT? YOU TRIED REPLACING ME WITH THAT SHE-CAT ROOK! AND YOU COULDN'T EVEN KEEP HER SAFE!"
"Snowstorm, I-."
The bloodied white tom leaped at him, causing Duskblaze to fall onto his back with fear. But no contact was made. There was nothing but the cold breeze of the morning air. He shuddered as he looked around. He was alone. He had been alone for a while now. How did he not notice? How hadn't he noticed that Snowstorm was dead? And what had happened to Ravenclaw? The only cat he had been with was Rook. Or was she a part of his imagination too?
Tears formed at the corner of the tabby's green eyes. His breathing quickened and he shook with fear. He let out a pained yowl, although there was no physical wound on him. It echoed in through the forest, causing the flapping of wings and terrified alarms of the birds nearby. That was it. He was alone. His brother was dead.
tags;;Sookeh, lyrics;;Eminem
