LynxPaw's eyes fluttered open at the tang of SwallowFrost's spoor drifting into the roof of her mouth. She inhaled profoundly, savoring the taste of the four seasons lingering in her breath.
***
LynxPaw turned from the muddy puddle and went where the perceptible path led her. Soon the canopy trees closed in. Tall trunks bore unexpected pastel flowers all the way up the dark wood where life went on clamorously. She left paw-prints in the soft soil and the leaves shivered when she brushed past them. Once varicolored apprentice made her way through the vast leaves, the air thick with smoke and fog. The wind carried a sharp, bitter scent of TwolLeg rubbish. LynxPaw crumpled her nose, at the tart spoor.
"It smells like a diabetic mouse left in the sun!" The snarky apprentice seethed. Again, the woods are odorous with the dense scent of rain droplets. LynxPaw hefted her head, accepting the drizzle of water. Instead of water, fragile flakes of snow fell upon the chilly Earth.
The icy wind whirled snow in LynxPaw's face as she struggled down the ravine, following the cat scents. The flakes were falling so thickly that she could scarcely see where she was going. SwallowFrost's scent flooded the roof of her mouth.
Leaf-Bare.
The forever-green trees stood reclined, filtering golden sunlight speckling on LynxPaw's fur, turning her pelt a creamy silver. She came at last to a place where more sunshine fell. The whole space was walled with dark aromatic bushes, and was a bowl of cold and light. LynxPaw stepped on the ice, skidding across the frosty ground. She let out a shrill caterwaul as she slipped down the steep ravine. Tumbling down, she gripped her hindclaws on the the nearest object. Her forepaw claws locked into the bark. She hauled herself up, her claws slipping from the slippery wood. A great tree, fallen across one corner, leaned against the trees that stood still. A rapid blur flaunted gray and black sprays right at the top.
LynxPaw paused. She took a quick glimpse back, and glances swiftly round to confirm that she was utterly alone. For a moment, her moments were almost furtive.
She inhaled, taking in the forest scents. The bitter aroma of frost and wildcats lingered in the air. Exhaling, a puff of her breath escaped from her mouth. LynxPaw leered at her surroundings. The ice was thawing, but it was still chilly. LynxPaw placed her self on top of the tree she gripped earlier.
She squatted down, parting the thistles and looked into the clearing. The scent of wildcats grew stronger as she advanced toward the fern-like spoor. Nothing moved by the pair of gaudy squirrels that danced around each in the tree corpse.
LynxPaw dropped the screen of forever-green leaved back into its place. The slope of bars of honey-colored sunlight decreased; they slid up the bushes, passed over the green candle-like buds, moved up toward the canopy, and darkness thickened under the trees.
***
The blur flickered among the trees again, by was closer. A pair of ocean blue eyes locked into LynxPaw's own. Her pupils dilate, adjusting to the darken light. Her eyes flashed with fear as the figure moved closer. The animal stepped out of the shady forest, glaring at the older apprentice. She was almost the exact replica of LynxPaw. Same fur texture, same eyes, same pelt coloring, just different face features. Her jaw was loose, and hung down low. Even if they had the same eye color, the she-cat's eye shape was wide. She was pretty, but scarred up badly. Her pinkish-gray ears flicked, suspicious of the traveler. "Who are you?" Hissed the aggressive feline.
"Who are you?" LynxPaw growled.
"I asked you first."
"I asked you second."
The unknown she-cat let out an aggravated sigh. "I'm RoseWhisker."
"LynxPaw." The apprentice mewed flatly.
RoseWhiskered kept her hard gaze on the apprentice sternly. "Where did you come from?" She stalked toward LynxPaw cautiously, as if the young cat was vicious. "Sparkleclan." LynxPaw heard a slight growl from the mottled warrior.
"Sparkleclanners are not aloud here!" She prepared to lunge toward LynxPaw, her concave claws unsheathed.
The apprentice stood petrified once again, and gulped. Not again..
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Warriors: OverCastings
Fanfic"I don't care how many cats are slaughtered or killed. Cats are basically my chess pieces, they are my puppets, I can control them easily with a swift command. It doesn't matter if they were captured, it was simply my game to play.." ***Currently on...
