Post by Niki the Kittypet on Oct 14, 2011 3:28:56 GMT -5
Dearest Reader,
All the cats in this story are rogues. No clan-cats. If I make a sequel to this I might add some clan-cats, but I feel that they take away from the sense of freedom. This story is posted paragraph by paragraph, on an whenever-I-feel-like-updating basis. Please view the warnings below also.
-Niki
RATING:
Everyone 13 and up maybe. This story is full of gore and dark themes. No sexual content though.
Chapter One: Esprit De Corps
"You're so weak."
"Can't you do anything?"
The mutters of annoyed cats echoed through the alleyway. Cats circling a scrawny middle-aged she-cat. The she-cat in the middle of the annoyed cats was Venom Breath. The cat who had just failed the entrance test for the top-ranking group in the city. She had been beaten by her first opponent and had brought disgrace to her family. Now she was condemned to death by torture.
"You know the penalty," grinned a handsome abyssinian tom named Catus. "Death," he hissed.
"It's what you deserve! A weak cat like you wouldn't survive a single day out here!" hissed a black she-cat.
"Claw her throat out!" yowled a young tuxedo kitten.
"Be quiet, kitten!" an old grey tabby snapped.
The alley cats continued to circle her, arguing over what her execution would be. Some thought they should just simply rip her up, others thought of detailed step-by-step torturous deaths, and others thought about feeding her to a dog. The alleyway loud with the cat's constant hissing and yowling pained Venom Breath's ears. Her body was sore and the sun was rising, so the humans would be awake soon.
Cats were everywhere. On dumpsters, trashcans, doorsteps, and even climbing over top of each other. More were on the other side of an eight-foot wall that blocked the entrance to the clan. The clan was exclusive. Only one cat a moon was chosen to join, and not always did someone get picked. Everyone in the clan contributed, and it was basically altogether just a utopia for cats.
If a cat tried to get in before the full moon, they would have to pass a test. Failing meant death. Passing meant utopia. Win or lose situation. Well to pass the test you had to defeat a dog. Not many cats wanted to risk it, but occasionally someone would attempt it. Only three in 80 moons had ever made it.
-To be continued-
All the cats in this story are rogues. No clan-cats. If I make a sequel to this I might add some clan-cats, but I feel that they take away from the sense of freedom. This story is posted paragraph by paragraph, on an whenever-I-feel-like-updating basis. Please view the warnings below also.
-Niki
RATING:
Everyone 13 and up maybe. This story is full of gore and dark themes. No sexual content though.
Chapter One: Esprit De Corps
"You're so weak."
"Can't you do anything?"
The mutters of annoyed cats echoed through the alleyway. Cats circling a scrawny middle-aged she-cat. The she-cat in the middle of the annoyed cats was Venom Breath. The cat who had just failed the entrance test for the top-ranking group in the city. She had been beaten by her first opponent and had brought disgrace to her family. Now she was condemned to death by torture.
"You know the penalty," grinned a handsome abyssinian tom named Catus. "Death," he hissed.
"It's what you deserve! A weak cat like you wouldn't survive a single day out here!" hissed a black she-cat.
"Claw her throat out!" yowled a young tuxedo kitten.
"Be quiet, kitten!" an old grey tabby snapped.
The alley cats continued to circle her, arguing over what her execution would be. Some thought they should just simply rip her up, others thought of detailed step-by-step torturous deaths, and others thought about feeding her to a dog. The alleyway loud with the cat's constant hissing and yowling pained Venom Breath's ears. Her body was sore and the sun was rising, so the humans would be awake soon.
Cats were everywhere. On dumpsters, trashcans, doorsteps, and even climbing over top of each other. More were on the other side of an eight-foot wall that blocked the entrance to the clan. The clan was exclusive. Only one cat a moon was chosen to join, and not always did someone get picked. Everyone in the clan contributed, and it was basically altogether just a utopia for cats.
If a cat tried to get in before the full moon, they would have to pass a test. Failing meant death. Passing meant utopia. Win or lose situation. Well to pass the test you had to defeat a dog. Not many cats wanted to risk it, but occasionally someone would attempt it. Only three in 80 moons had ever made it.
-To be continued-