Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2015 22:02:32 GMT
I watched them...
A warm, smoky scent wafted my way, carried by a gentle wind that quickly grew vicious, snapping at my face as the smoky scent grew thicker, clouding my nose and senses. I was thrown off my feet once or twice by the aggressiveness of the heated winds, though I was quickly able to find my feet again and find cover behind a boulder big enough to shield my entire body. I was only young, maybe eight moons old, my ears were still bigger than my head, and my paws large and clumsy. Far too young to be on my own. I had been following my mother and father, you see, even leaving my older brother Whitestone back in camp. They had picked up my baby brother earlier that day and began walking toward the territory, and then they crossed the border. I was scared to follow at first, but then I saw my sisters, Bluepaw and Greypaw. They were the same age as me. Why were they out here alone?
My parents quickly made their way over to them, my father looked frantic, his eyes pleading as he tried to reason with his mate. I couldn't understand what they were saying. They were too far away. All I heard was the often muffled word 'please'. I was confused. Where were they going?
Smoke stabbed at my lungs, crawling down my through with claws sharper than three young warriors. It wasn't long before I was coughing. I covered my mouth with my paws quickly, peering behind the rocks carefully as my mother looked back with a face full of pure rage. She hadn't seen me, but she'd heard me. I watched as she huffs, turns her back on me and begins walking again. Crawling from behind the rocks, I finally move my paws from my mouth as flashes of red pool in my eyes. I didn't know what they were at the time, but I know now that what I saw was fire. The forest was burning, and they were walking right toward it. I picked up my pace, bouncing clumsily after them, but they were too far ahead for me to catch up. Heat waves distorted my vision, the smoke thrown at my face, my lungs burning. The flames were beautiful, but I knew that if I got too close to the blazing heat, it would most definitely hurt. Just being at that distance hurt. I feared getting any closer, so I simply stood there and watched as my mother turned to look at me, her eyes thick with hatred, her expression mocking me as a sly grin spread across her features. She was leaving me behind... And so was my father, my sisters and my baby brother. She turns her back on me again and heads into the burning forest, her form quickly engulfed by the flames. My father hadn't noticed me in the distance, he was too busy trying to stop my sisters from following my mother. But she had too much control over them. They were her miniature slaves. They did as they were told, when they were told. Following her into the flames, my father hesitated, bouncing back and forth before the wall of flames before pausing for a moment and dashing through the amber glow.
And just like that, they were gone. My mother had taken everything from me. My confidence, my dignity, my sense of security... And now the one thing I loved the most. My father. She had successfully ruined the very thing I held most dear. She had killed him. She had killed my sisters, my baby brother, and presumably herself. Her selfishness, her hatred was the bane of my life. I had never hated a cat before. But I hated her. And I will always hate her. With every strand of fur on my body, with every fibre within my being, I hate her.
And I hate myself... I watched them walk into that fire. I watched them disappear behind the wall of red. And I did nothing...
That is why I hate myself...
|| Yellowstone ||
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Just a look into Yellow's past
It's vague, but a part that had a huge effect on her.
That is why I hate myself...
|| Yellowstone ||
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Just a look into Yellow's past
It's vague, but a part that had a huge effect on her.