Post by Oasis on Oct 9, 2008 22:22:34 GMT
A once soft and fluffy pelt was on her, but this time it looked crappier then it ever had. She stood over his body, sobbing. The rain was pouring-- as if the sky was mourning for his death. Blood made clumps of fur stuck together, and bare patches exposed her flank. Flashes of thunder roared ferociously in the sky, perfect tears hidden behind the rain. His body lay motionless, blood eventually washing away into the earth. She stalked to a nearby den, whiskers twitching barely. She remembered the fight clearly. Blackstorm and his rogue bandits had joined together, they even had a winged wolf on their side. It was four against two, and Nightfang had mischief and anger blazing in her eyes. The wolf was torn in two, Nightfang and Windscar ripping out fur from its flank. But Tigereye lunged onto Windscar, sinking his pearly white dagger teeth into Windscar. Now Windscar was dead. Nightfangs own brother lay motionless near the pile of dead cats that had unfortunatley come to cross paths with Nightfang. Only one cat survived from the rouges-- and it wasen't even a rogue itself. It was a kit. A black kit that looked alike to Nightfang. She sheltered the kit, and it was now huddled and mewing under her belly. She had barely any milk to spare, now that her own kits had grown up. Nightfangs crystal blue eyes had been sparkling, now they glow dim and dull. She picked up the kit, and stalked over to a den, nestling inside. She recalled the same stench as the wolf she had killed, and sheathed and un-sheathed her claws, getting up and walking into the clearing.
