Post by lynxheart on Apr 27, 2010 14:50:51 GMT -5
Lynxheart shifted restlessly in her sleep dark thoughts filling her mind. She was having that dream again the one she had had only last night. She scrabbled madly in panick until sharp claws cut into her flank. She gave out a cry of pain her head whipping up in a second. "Whats going on?!" She mewed her voice sounding naturally low yet nice to the ear. The cat glared at her and spat angrily.
"Stop scrabbling you stupid piece of foxdung! Who said you could sleep in the den anyway! Your supposed to sleep outside! Thats your job!" Lynxheart tilted her head to the side. She has no right to treat me like that! She told herself praying that she sounded more confident then she felt.
"Im a warrior like you I can sleep in here.." She mumbled nevously her voice almost a whisper. The warrior rolled her eyes.
"But not all the warriors have flea's now GET OUT!" She hissed her claws unsheathed as she growled at the young lynx. Sniggers of laughter came from nearby and Lynxheart eyes averted to her paws. She quickly got up stumbling over five warriors who each gave her fresh wounds as she exited the den. She sat down not noticing the stolen glances at her or the fact that more cats seemed to guard the entrance as she exited the den. Pantherstar had ordered that a close eye was kept on her. He didn't want her escaping again. She was a weapon. A perfect weapon.
I don't have ... flea's.... The thought stopped as she realised she had started scratching her flank. She sighed sadly and bent down to lick where her clanmates claws had pierced her skin. It seemed only she recieved this treatment off the other warriors. Sometimes she felt so... So trapped. But there my clanmates of course they like me! She told herself the phrase she seemed to use so much these days. Blood seeped out even more quickly from her wounds but her rasping tongue soon stopped it. "Pfffff" She sighed.
"Stop scrabbling you stupid piece of foxdung! Who said you could sleep in the den anyway! Your supposed to sleep outside! Thats your job!" Lynxheart tilted her head to the side. She has no right to treat me like that! She told herself praying that she sounded more confident then she felt.
"Im a warrior like you I can sleep in here.." She mumbled nevously her voice almost a whisper. The warrior rolled her eyes.
"But not all the warriors have flea's now GET OUT!" She hissed her claws unsheathed as she growled at the young lynx. Sniggers of laughter came from nearby and Lynxheart eyes averted to her paws. She quickly got up stumbling over five warriors who each gave her fresh wounds as she exited the den. She sat down not noticing the stolen glances at her or the fact that more cats seemed to guard the entrance as she exited the den. Pantherstar had ordered that a close eye was kept on her. He didn't want her escaping again. She was a weapon. A perfect weapon.
I don't have ... flea's.... The thought stopped as she realised she had started scratching her flank. She sighed sadly and bent down to lick where her clanmates claws had pierced her skin. It seemed only she recieved this treatment off the other warriors. Sometimes she felt so... So trapped. But there my clanmates of course they like me! She told herself the phrase she seemed to use so much these days. Blood seeped out even more quickly from her wounds but her rasping tongue soon stopped it. "Pfffff" She sighed.
