Rambling Writings (+ Shorts)

Line of Fire (Short)

We were right in the line of fire for what could be the blow to tear us from Earth. His stare was venomous, and held me and my companion to the spot.

"Last chance. Will you come with me or not?" He spoke not with grace, but a rippling anger that gored any courage from my chest and laid it to waist at my quivering legs. Although normally it might look odd for a cat to snarl as if a wolf, in him the look came naturally.

"Hu-- nrgh.." My attention came to change direction as my friend's speech faltered - our opposition's anger had consumed Baileykit, too. Great. Now we really stand a chance. "Heh... heh heh heh." Poisonous laughter came from he who stood in aggression to us, and I felt my chest wince in anticipation as one foot came closer. "Briarkit..." The fire-ginger wild-cat inched closer to me, his dirt-encrusted claws primed and ready. "Do you dare really call yourself a cat of Clan?" Out of the corner of my eye, I saw his white-tipped tail give a taunting flicker. "Do you think the cats of your Clan will rejoice when you gain your Warrior name?" He hissed at me, sending me a couple of paw-steps back. "No! They will resent that a kitty-pet as joined their prestigious ranks. They will furrow their brows as you step down from the naming rock, and no doubt one or two will be planning your 'accidental' demise." Though as he was much larger than myself, his words only made me bear my teeth as he began to circle me. His movement brought me no fear. "They'll liaise with cats from the neighbouring Clans, bit by bit figuring how you'll die." With the last word, he threw himself at me, yowling with rage.

Only I don't remembering the tom cat hitting me.

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Please excuse this piece of crap. :)