Post by Wazo on Apr 26, 2008 23:53:26 GMT -5
ooc: I was bored and decided to write a little bit about Sunstreak's past. Read and comment please 
The evening covered the area in inky darkness, engulfing and shrouding the land in pitch blackness. The area was absent of light, not even the stars were visible as a ginger she-cat slowly made her way through the alley, stepping over broken bottles and plastic bags. Remnants from the two-legs littered the city and the dainty she-cat froze as she heard a car screech past, the alley illuminated for a moment by its headlights, until the car whizzed by and the night grew silent again.
She lowered her head and let go of her precious bundle, a small ginger kit. She sighed, relieved to let go of the extra weight for a few moments and turned her sharp green eyes down the alley where a stocky tom appeared.
“River!” he called into the darkness, stepping into the alley, heavy paws scraping against the wet ground. When he finally got close enough, he turned his dark brown eyes on her and then down to the ground at the mewling kit huddled in her paws. His eyes flew open in surprise and he jerked his head back to her face.
“What’s this?” he demanded, his tail swishing back and forth curtly as he waited for an answer.
“A kit,” River replied levelly. “A she-cat. She’s yours,” River added, her green eyes searching his face.
The large tom stood there for a few more silent minutes staring dumbfounded at the kit. “She’s a scrawny coppery thing,” he commented.
“She’ll grow,” River snapped. “But I need your help Night,” she added, curling her tail around her ginger paws.
Night looked back at River, his brown eyes suddenly cold. “You didn’t honestly think I would stick around, did ya?” the tabby tom asked with an icy laugh.
River looked shocked, unable to speak for a few moments. “Well she is yours. And I can’t take care of her by myself. Not on these streets.”
“She’ll die soon anyway,” Night commented coldly. “I don’t have time to raise a wet-nosed kit.”
“So that’s it!” River retorted. “You are just going to leave me with her?! You don’t even care about your own blood!”
The tabby shrugged. “It’s your problem now. Don’t worry, she won’t last long. It will be as if this never happened. Leave her and go back to the streets,” he added, turning around sharply and walking down the alley. “It’s your choice River,” he paused, throwing one last dark brown look over his shoulder. With that, he walked down the alley, turned the corner, and disappeared into the darkness.
River looked down at her kit, breathing heavily with anger and sadness. Abandoned by Night, left to raise this kit by herself. She had fooled herself into thinking Night would have stayed. But she fell in love with him for the same reasons that Night had betrayed her. His carefree attitude and his recklessness had now left her with a kit to raise on the merciless streets. She would never make that same mistake again.
The evening covered the area in inky darkness, engulfing and shrouding the land in pitch blackness. The area was absent of light, not even the stars were visible as a ginger she-cat slowly made her way through the alley, stepping over broken bottles and plastic bags. Remnants from the two-legs littered the city and the dainty she-cat froze as she heard a car screech past, the alley illuminated for a moment by its headlights, until the car whizzed by and the night grew silent again.
She lowered her head and let go of her precious bundle, a small ginger kit. She sighed, relieved to let go of the extra weight for a few moments and turned her sharp green eyes down the alley where a stocky tom appeared.
“River!” he called into the darkness, stepping into the alley, heavy paws scraping against the wet ground. When he finally got close enough, he turned his dark brown eyes on her and then down to the ground at the mewling kit huddled in her paws. His eyes flew open in surprise and he jerked his head back to her face.
“What’s this?” he demanded, his tail swishing back and forth curtly as he waited for an answer.
“A kit,” River replied levelly. “A she-cat. She’s yours,” River added, her green eyes searching his face.
The large tom stood there for a few more silent minutes staring dumbfounded at the kit. “She’s a scrawny coppery thing,” he commented.
“She’ll grow,” River snapped. “But I need your help Night,” she added, curling her tail around her ginger paws.
Night looked back at River, his brown eyes suddenly cold. “You didn’t honestly think I would stick around, did ya?” the tabby tom asked with an icy laugh.
River looked shocked, unable to speak for a few moments. “Well she is yours. And I can’t take care of her by myself. Not on these streets.”
“She’ll die soon anyway,” Night commented coldly. “I don’t have time to raise a wet-nosed kit.”
“So that’s it!” River retorted. “You are just going to leave me with her?! You don’t even care about your own blood!”
The tabby shrugged. “It’s your problem now. Don’t worry, she won’t last long. It will be as if this never happened. Leave her and go back to the streets,” he added, turning around sharply and walking down the alley. “It’s your choice River,” he paused, throwing one last dark brown look over his shoulder. With that, he walked down the alley, turned the corner, and disappeared into the darkness.
River looked down at her kit, breathing heavily with anger and sadness. Abandoned by Night, left to raise this kit by herself. She had fooled herself into thinking Night would have stayed. But she fell in love with him for the same reasons that Night had betrayed her. His carefree attitude and his recklessness had now left her with a kit to raise on the merciless streets. She would never make that same mistake again.