Post by shiningstar on Feb 3, 2008 14:18:19 GMT -5
Shiningstar prowled through the Dark Caves. He remembered that he had a job to do. As a Skyclan leader, he promised them that he would rid them of their worries of being attacked by any rogues. He knew rogues and other dishonorable scum plagued these caves. He asked for no backup sentries whatsoever. He just wished to go into this cave alone, for he worked better in solitude. Letting his claws slide coolly out of his paws, he ventured deeper into the dark. After trudging for a few hours through rock, sparse grasses and strange plants, he heard a noise. This noise could well come from a potential attacker, but Shiningstar's senses told him otherwise. The scent was sweet, and soon the smell of lavenders and roses slowly worked into the cogs of his brain, slowly entering a sense of nostalgic longing for his camp into his mind.
Traipsing closer to the smell, he closed his eyes and inhaled the scent, savoring the smell which delighted his nostrils, but after scrutinizing the scent for a while, he learned that this scent--this wonderful scent masked the putrid smell of rogues. Alarmed, he moved backwards. This floral scent was meant to distract him to make it easier for the rogues to send him to his demise.
He could barely make out the shadows, but still he let loose a flurry of his claws and fangs at the attackers, but he was already too close. One shadow bit his back, and Shiningstar yelped, moving backwards into a wall. From this mistake he learned that his senses could betray him. It would be a vital lesson for later, if he even lived to see "later." His eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness and he could make out five, towering figures. Their eyes gleamed in the resolute darkness.
Suddenly, a boost of rage overtook Shiningstar. These brutes had lured him and tried to kill him! Reaching within his inner anger, he let it loose on three unfortunate cats. He rushed toward his targets, clamped onto the throat of the talles, and wildy flailing and thrusting his legs to the other two. After he was satisfied, he unhinged his jaws and jumped backwards, soaring over the now three dead rogues which lie in front of him.
"Which one of you is next?" Shiningstar asked. His sudden change of voice startled him. It was cold and merciless. Only anger spewed from his lips, and it bought fear in his own heart. Rage had temporarily transformed him into a monster. Still, he continued acting this way, for he soon learned it had a profound effect on the remaining two attackers.
"I believe it would be me," one of the cats said slyly, and after a sound pummeling from Shiningstar, he kept quiet...for eternity.
The last rogue knew he was in danger. His four fellow comrades lay dead on the cold cavern floor. "Why are you killing my fellow cats?" Shiningstar growled.
"We need food," the rogue spat, "you would not understand. We are starving. We have only a few left, and you have further diminished our dwindling populace!"
Shiningstar felt a wave of pity, and waved his paw as to dismiss the rogue. "You may go," he said gently, "You dishonorably attacked me, and your friends paid the debt. You are luckily to get out with your life."
"But--"
"Go," Shiningstar growled curtly.
Nodding his head slowly, he wistfully looked at his friends he slowly retreated. Shiningstar looked in the corner and found the lavenders and roses laying there. Picking them up in his maw, he followed the rogue out.
Traipsing closer to the smell, he closed his eyes and inhaled the scent, savoring the smell which delighted his nostrils, but after scrutinizing the scent for a while, he learned that this scent--this wonderful scent masked the putrid smell of rogues. Alarmed, he moved backwards. This floral scent was meant to distract him to make it easier for the rogues to send him to his demise.
He could barely make out the shadows, but still he let loose a flurry of his claws and fangs at the attackers, but he was already too close. One shadow bit his back, and Shiningstar yelped, moving backwards into a wall. From this mistake he learned that his senses could betray him. It would be a vital lesson for later, if he even lived to see "later." His eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness and he could make out five, towering figures. Their eyes gleamed in the resolute darkness.
Suddenly, a boost of rage overtook Shiningstar. These brutes had lured him and tried to kill him! Reaching within his inner anger, he let it loose on three unfortunate cats. He rushed toward his targets, clamped onto the throat of the talles, and wildy flailing and thrusting his legs to the other two. After he was satisfied, he unhinged his jaws and jumped backwards, soaring over the now three dead rogues which lie in front of him.
"Which one of you is next?" Shiningstar asked. His sudden change of voice startled him. It was cold and merciless. Only anger spewed from his lips, and it bought fear in his own heart. Rage had temporarily transformed him into a monster. Still, he continued acting this way, for he soon learned it had a profound effect on the remaining two attackers.
"I believe it would be me," one of the cats said slyly, and after a sound pummeling from Shiningstar, he kept quiet...for eternity.
The last rogue knew he was in danger. His four fellow comrades lay dead on the cold cavern floor. "Why are you killing my fellow cats?" Shiningstar growled.
"We need food," the rogue spat, "you would not understand. We are starving. We have only a few left, and you have further diminished our dwindling populace!"
Shiningstar felt a wave of pity, and waved his paw as to dismiss the rogue. "You may go," he said gently, "You dishonorably attacked me, and your friends paid the debt. You are luckily to get out with your life."
"But--"
"Go," Shiningstar growled curtly.
Nodding his head slowly, he wistfully looked at his friends he slowly retreated. Shiningstar looked in the corner and found the lavenders and roses laying there. Picking them up in his maw, he followed the rogue out.
