Pond'Ears, a he-cat with a harsh lack of empathy. Due to his shaky past, he closed himself off to his own clan mates. Well, except his two close friends.
Finch, a he-cat who's practically hopeless. A loner with love only for his little brother. Eve...
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POND'EARS ———
Because of my "non-compliance" I was alone during my border patrol. It honestly wasn't non-compliance, I just didn't want to hear my clan mates talk the entire time. So, I found myself alone patrolling at night. Why was I mouse-brained enough to do this, I don't know.
I stormed along the trail. Being out in the open wasn't a smart idea, especially alone on a patrol. I climbed up the outlook rock and slumped down. I lazily looked over the moors. I was honestly searching for my lost patrol, but I'm assuming they went back to snitch me out.
I sharpened my claws on the rock as my gaze landed on the barn. I squinted. In the far distance I could see something at the end of the trail.
Curiosity kills the cat.
I yawned and shook my pelt off.
I'm checking it out. What can I say, I live for the moment I make my clan proud. So what if it's an already dead dog? I can lie and say I killed it. Who'd know? I stalked down the outlook rock and continued down the path.
I warily looked around, still unaware of what the large thing was at the end. If it's a trap, they surely lured me in. I stopped in my tracks when I saw two cats curled up next to each other. One was smaller. My nose wrinkled at the smell of blood.
"Hey, you're dangerously close to my territory," I snarled while stepping closer. They didn't budge. One had light fur while the other had rather dark fur. Perhaps they were father and son? I narrowed my eyes.
"Get up," I spat while kicking the darker one with my paw, since they seemed older. I gasped when it jumped up and hissed at me. I pinned my ears and looked down at the lighter one. It had blood flowing from its neck and right ankle.
"What do you want from us?!" The darker one yowled.
"I want you off my territory." I sat down to show I pose no threat. I looked down at the lighter one again. They were bleeding pretty bad, wonder if he killed her. I squinted...him. They were both he-cats. Yep, definitely fighting over some she-cat.
"We'll leave, just let me stay with my brother for a little longer." The dark cat licked the wound on the lighter's neck. So it's an older and younger brother duo?
"Where are your parents," I murmured, trying to sound the least bit sympathetic.
"Gone," he whispered while nuzzling his brother.
"Is he dead?" I tilted my head. If he was breathing, it wasn't noticeable.
"No, Robin isn't dead. He can't be dead. He's my brother, he can't die." He seemed to be trying to convince himself more less me. He was hugging his brother awfully tight. What do I do?
