Post by Snowywhisker on Apr 16, 2007 17:49:41 GMT -5
What could he do? The only thing he could rely on was a kittypet, and he always thought they were boring and loyal to their Twolegs. He couldn't rely on any of his senses. Everything in this giant hut was unfamiliar and unwelcoming to him. He felt especially guilty that he was stuck in here safe, when the rest of his clan could have monsters tearing them apart right now! He could just feel the icy touch of the monsters claws ripping all his thick gray fur away, the blood of his clanmates and friends splattered everywhere...
"Graystripe!" Millie meowed, "Why are you shaking? Are you sick?"
Graystripe looked at his paws. His claws were trying to pierce the thick linoleum tile under his paws, to stop his small muscular body from shaking. He looked at Millie. She was padding over, her nose and mouth catching his fear scent. She closed her mouth and rushed over to him, pressing her body to his to steady him. She really cares for me, he thought. He looked into her pale blue eyes. Exactly like Silverstream's...NO! No one can replace Silverstream. He thought to himself.
He stood and walked over to where he slept a few hours ago, near Millie's basket. "So...when are the Twolegs coming home?" Millie stared at him, confusion swirling in her eyes. "Your Upwalkers, I mean."
"Oh, my housefolk...they should be home by now." She meowed, at the same time a bright light shined in the window. "That's them." she meowed, and trotted over to the door, waiting in the place they would need to be to get out. "Come on! You want to get out don't you?" her voice snapped Graystripe back into reality. His mind kept traveling to his monster death daydream. "I-I-I'm c-c-com-coming." he said, fear making his voice shake with the rest of his body. He tensed his muscles, crouched into the perfect running stance. His mind drifted to what Lionheart had told him all those years ago, before Firestar came to the forest, about posture. "No matter what, posture when doing things is just as important as learning to hunt and fight. Any loyal and strong warrior wants to survive a fight, or go down in honor. That's why when you walk to battle, you hold your head high, puff out your chest, and look like a leader. When you show humility, you show cats someone they can rely on if their deputy and leader is down. Remember, you rely on yourself only when needed. Friends are the greatest weapon, the greatest compfort, the greatest. Those kinds of things you can't survive without."
He sighed. At least I'm getting out of here. He thought as a Twoleg stepped into the door. "Now!" Millie screeched, and they shot out, gray blurs against the redish pink sky. The Twoleg behind them howled, and dropped a big brown bag and chased after the two cats. They were too fast for the Twoleg, and it soon gave up. "Twolegs, lazy and stupid." Graystripe meowed under his breath.
"So which way to the forest?" Millie asked him.
He looked at her in astonishment. "I thought you knew how to get to the forest!"
"Graystripe!" Millie meowed, "Why are you shaking? Are you sick?"
Graystripe looked at his paws. His claws were trying to pierce the thick linoleum tile under his paws, to stop his small muscular body from shaking. He looked at Millie. She was padding over, her nose and mouth catching his fear scent. She closed her mouth and rushed over to him, pressing her body to his to steady him. She really cares for me, he thought. He looked into her pale blue eyes. Exactly like Silverstream's...NO! No one can replace Silverstream. He thought to himself.
He stood and walked over to where he slept a few hours ago, near Millie's basket. "So...when are the Twolegs coming home?" Millie stared at him, confusion swirling in her eyes. "Your Upwalkers, I mean."
"Oh, my housefolk...they should be home by now." She meowed, at the same time a bright light shined in the window. "That's them." she meowed, and trotted over to the door, waiting in the place they would need to be to get out. "Come on! You want to get out don't you?" her voice snapped Graystripe back into reality. His mind kept traveling to his monster death daydream. "I-I-I'm c-c-com-coming." he said, fear making his voice shake with the rest of his body. He tensed his muscles, crouched into the perfect running stance. His mind drifted to what Lionheart had told him all those years ago, before Firestar came to the forest, about posture. "No matter what, posture when doing things is just as important as learning to hunt and fight. Any loyal and strong warrior wants to survive a fight, or go down in honor. That's why when you walk to battle, you hold your head high, puff out your chest, and look like a leader. When you show humility, you show cats someone they can rely on if their deputy and leader is down. Remember, you rely on yourself only when needed. Friends are the greatest weapon, the greatest compfort, the greatest. Those kinds of things you can't survive without."
He sighed. At least I'm getting out of here. He thought as a Twoleg stepped into the door. "Now!" Millie screeched, and they shot out, gray blurs against the redish pink sky. The Twoleg behind them howled, and dropped a big brown bag and chased after the two cats. They were too fast for the Twoleg, and it soon gave up. "Twolegs, lazy and stupid." Graystripe meowed under his breath.
"So which way to the forest?" Millie asked him.
He looked at her in astonishment. "I thought you knew how to get to the forest!"