Post by Torn on Sept 13, 2008 5:13:54 GMT -8
(This is for all of the less important BloodGang cats, ones that have been captured and stuff, or are less amazingly evil than the others or are just less important. Basically ones that aren't in Terror Rising xD)
White's emaciated form lay crouched under a bin-liner supported by tin cans. Her weight had diminished so much that she could slip under such a tiny shelter now. Rain dripped down, bumping her plastic roof. Numbness filled her vision, not the bus a little while off, or the rats that dared to scurry around. The rodents didn't even seem to notice her form. It probably looked like a dead body to them. Only Treepaw's searching voice registered with anything. Even then she didn't respond. Life was barely worth living any more. No, it was worse than that. Only weakness stopped her from finding the source of the deadly howls and throwing herself at their mercy, not that they had any. There wasn't even any point in trying anymore.
"White? White where are you?" Treepaw's voice called out, clearer than before. She raised her head, opening her maw with agony in her gaze. The muscles were desparately stiff from misuse, her voice too.
"Urh... ah" Was the most she managed before hanging her head in shame. She'd become no more than a waste of space. She coughed, then tried again. The words were barely recognisable, but it was better.
"I'm here, Treepaw." Her voice was desparately small. She smelt his scent and summoned a small smile from the edge of the abyss she was falling into. Her legs screamed at her as she stumbled painfully out of her own little den, to be met by Treepaw, his pelt drenched but a rat hanging from his jaws. Shaking her head, she retreated back inside and lay down, numbness taking over again from the agony in her muscles. Burying her nose in her thin fur, she sobbed silently. His troubled face appeared at the entrance to her den.
"Can... Can I come in?" He was clearly hurt by the state she was in.
I don't care. She shrugged, digging her face in tighter to the dirty fur. The black apprentice stepped in and pressed his fur to hers, gently rasping his tounge along her back. As she felt the compassion coming off him in waves, her anger buckled. How could she stay angry at him?
But how can I still love him?
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Treepaw's young face was troubled as he sat beside her, feeling how cold and skinny she was. Every rib was present under her matted and dirty fur. It had long lost the snow-like shine that he'd known a long time ago. Her anger was clear as she turned her back to him, shoving her face in her fur to avoid his gaze.
"I bought you this..." He nosed his prey towards her, knowing that she wouldn't accept it with the excuse that she wasn't hungry. Maybe not even that this time? Sighing, he licked her ears, noting the scars that had come from fights with various other members. Treepaw recalled every last time that she'd sparred with another member, winning at first, then starting to lose more frequently as her strength took turns for the worse.
A few tense minutes later, she still hadn't moved, or even seemed to observe that the prey was there. She seemed so... lifeless. Like she was a walking skeleton. Not his White anymore, just a body and a voice. A swift rip, and the rat's blood spilled out a little, a delicious scent wafting from it. Maybe it would encourage her this time. Or not.
His eyes turned dull as he stared at the still body, only moved by a shallow breath. In... and out, so slowly. Her fur was so thin, and she was still freezing. "Why don't you come into the bus? Its a bit warmer in there, a bit of that bouncy stuff inside the seats and a bit of that fabric will warm you right up," She still didn't respond, although he knew she was listening. "White, you're gonna' die of coldness out her all on your own. If you don't come inside now, I'm going to drag you."
She got up straight away, padding stiffly and despondently towards the bus. The black tom pressed his fur to hers, hoping to warm her and guide her gently over to the bus. Pain lanced through him again as he watched her drag herself up the steps. As he reached forward to nudge her up, she moved away. No sign of definate anger... just avoiding him. Lowering his head, he remembered the rat he'd left back at her little shelter. He sighed, then sped back to get it. Relief flooded through him as he saw her curled on a seat as he returned, but she was still so empty.
Have I lost her forever?
"White? White where are you?" Treepaw's voice called out, clearer than before. She raised her head, opening her maw with agony in her gaze. The muscles were desparately stiff from misuse, her voice too.
"Urh... ah" Was the most she managed before hanging her head in shame. She'd become no more than a waste of space. She coughed, then tried again. The words were barely recognisable, but it was better.
"I'm here, Treepaw." Her voice was desparately small. She smelt his scent and summoned a small smile from the edge of the abyss she was falling into. Her legs screamed at her as she stumbled painfully out of her own little den, to be met by Treepaw, his pelt drenched but a rat hanging from his jaws. Shaking her head, she retreated back inside and lay down, numbness taking over again from the agony in her muscles. Burying her nose in her thin fur, she sobbed silently. His troubled face appeared at the entrance to her den.
"Can... Can I come in?" He was clearly hurt by the state she was in.
I don't care. She shrugged, digging her face in tighter to the dirty fur. The black apprentice stepped in and pressed his fur to hers, gently rasping his tounge along her back. As she felt the compassion coming off him in waves, her anger buckled. How could she stay angry at him?
But how can I still love him?
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Treepaw's young face was troubled as he sat beside her, feeling how cold and skinny she was. Every rib was present under her matted and dirty fur. It had long lost the snow-like shine that he'd known a long time ago. Her anger was clear as she turned her back to him, shoving her face in her fur to avoid his gaze.
"I bought you this..." He nosed his prey towards her, knowing that she wouldn't accept it with the excuse that she wasn't hungry. Maybe not even that this time? Sighing, he licked her ears, noting the scars that had come from fights with various other members. Treepaw recalled every last time that she'd sparred with another member, winning at first, then starting to lose more frequently as her strength took turns for the worse.
A few tense minutes later, she still hadn't moved, or even seemed to observe that the prey was there. She seemed so... lifeless. Like she was a walking skeleton. Not his White anymore, just a body and a voice. A swift rip, and the rat's blood spilled out a little, a delicious scent wafting from it. Maybe it would encourage her this time. Or not.
His eyes turned dull as he stared at the still body, only moved by a shallow breath. In... and out, so slowly. Her fur was so thin, and she was still freezing. "Why don't you come into the bus? Its a bit warmer in there, a bit of that bouncy stuff inside the seats and a bit of that fabric will warm you right up," She still didn't respond, although he knew she was listening. "White, you're gonna' die of coldness out her all on your own. If you don't come inside now, I'm going to drag you."
She got up straight away, padding stiffly and despondently towards the bus. The black tom pressed his fur to hers, hoping to warm her and guide her gently over to the bus. Pain lanced through him again as he watched her drag herself up the steps. As he reached forward to nudge her up, she moved away. No sign of definate anger... just avoiding him. Lowering his head, he remembered the rat he'd left back at her little shelter. He sighed, then sped back to get it. Relief flooded through him as he saw her curled on a seat as he returned, but she was still so empty.
Have I lost her forever?
