Oh How I Hate.....(Still Open)

[starlingshour]

The cat slinked through the trees. Her bodice twisted to avoid the thickets. Thickets were noisy and troublesome; she did not do noisy and troublesome. Well at least the noisy part. Small paws would weave over the leaves that layered the ground. It was the first time she had come here and already she loathed the place. Females crawled over the male cats trying to seduce them, make him pick them. Her eyes rolled in discust. Still she moved on. The canopies high above her rattled with the bustling lives of birds.
A grin was not planted on her face as her feet brought her closer and closer to the edge of the small forest in which she resided. Tall grasses passed over her bodice as she moved between them. Her goal: to reach the tree on the opposite side of the sea of grass. A movement in the grass to her left caught her attention. She swung her hind quarters eighty degrees to the right. Her orbitors picked up the faint sound of a family of hares. Stalking forward just abit, she pounced. Well trained muscles sprung towards her target. Sharp ivories silently snared the father hare by the neck, suffocating him. She licked the blood off of her lips and swallowed him whole. Her stomach satisfied she began once again, to trudge toward the tree.
Reaching the based she quickly shimmied up the trunk. Once her pads struck a sturdy limb she stood and walked across it into the sparce leaves at the very end. Any large cat would have trouble balancing on such a thin branch, but not her. Agility, balance, brains, and beauty; she possesed them all. Common sense was not a strong point of her's but she could live without. Dark chocolate brown orbs worked their way back and forth across the horizon line looking for...well she really didn't know. Maybe she would find a suitable place to stay, she doubted it. Blood remained on her whiskers. If anyone was to take her in they better forsee this warning for it was the only one they would recieve.
As the day drew on and her patient wore thin her loathing for this place became hate pure hate. Her eyes would stare off into the distance into nothing and she would daze, her mind wandering. Constantly she flexed her claws. Occasionally she would begin to draw in the bark beneath her. 'I mine as well solve the meaning of life, death, and creation." She mumbled angrily under her breathe. The length of her tail hung off of the branch, a becon to any who wished to find her. Flicking back and forth it was quite easy to see all dressed in black and gold.
The sunset was beautiful. Today pink, purple and blue hues crossed the sky. She was discusted with it, pink and purple are symbols of love and trust and blue is loyalty. Why would anyone want to love trust or be loyal to anyone but yourself? She harrumphed. Love, pshh. What a waste of time. This female did not beleive in love or anything of the sort. Love was pettish in her eyes; a sickening show of so called affection. Her brother had fallen in 'love'. She rolled her eyes. What a useless little welp he had chosen too. Pretty yes, but down right dumb. The day she had met the wh*re she had to bite her lip from laughing, but even that didn't work. She had exploded when the cat had mistaken the sky as the color purple at noon. Commel had banned her from his land for mocking his mate. Mate is all that he wanted to do with her, that's for sure.
Her tail started to flick again, back and forth, back and forth. The repettetiveness was addicting. Still she didn't smile. This place was horrid, anyone with any sense could see that. She scoffed almost silently, but then again at the time you could have heard a pin drop so it sounded as if the scoff echoed throughout the valley. As the sun fell behind the mountains and darkness enveloped her, her eyes began to glow a beautiful light purple. A mysterious color, dark and perfect. The swirls of navy inside the purple intreeged everyone she met. Many believed she was an evil cat, she said thank you. Her sole was a dark and empty place. Don't get her wrong though, she was full of passion and pride, just it was bottled up in the center of her being, reserved for herself only. A selfish being was she. Wylie was her name, and no one, no one, would take that from her.

[bella]

Black Diamond Night had walked out onto the barren plain, shocked at what she saw. Growing up in a valley was far different than what she would ever encounter here. True, she knew how to live on her own and handle things herself, but that didn't change the fact that she didn't like it. Living alone was the bane of Diamond's existence. She hated it, but she had to, for a time.
After her father's death, the pride only seemed like shadows and thier cries only seemed like words. Never again would she see her old family for what they once were. And her own destined mate. Kahlil was her best friend since birth and the one she was meant to be with. She thought she was in love for some time, until Kahlil betrayed her.
She walked farther out into the plain, slinking between brush like a snake. She was sleek and sure-footed, so dodging the obstacles was not a problem. When she saw what most of the female cats were doing, she scoffed in horror and ran to the nearest tree. She liked the shade and the out of the way place, but her thoughts still dragged her back to Kahlil.
Kahlil had told the rebellion of his suspisions of her father. That he was evil and he work towards bringing the rebellion down. All of this a lie, the rebellion still went after her father. Kahlil had killed the cheetah himself. So much for the destined mating of the two of them.
At this point in time, she only wanted to find a new pride of her own where she could forget about her past. She didn't want to stir trouble, she only wanted to get by. It seemed so simple, until she heard the cat above her in the tree.

[starlingshour]

Sitting on her branch Wylie started to count the stars. It was a fruitless effort to be sure. Who could actually count the stars?! It did not matter to the cat though. Her boredom had increased throughout the day and had escalated to a extreme height by the time darkness set in. Two hundred four, two hundred five, two hundred six, two hundred seven....
*scoff*
Lazily she looked down from her pearch to see a cat coming toward her. A female cat as a matter of fact. Wylie frowned. What interest did this female have in a assasin like her? She harumphed. Soon the cat came to a rest beneath her. The femae looked troubled, as if something was on her mind. But what did Wylie care?! She could have cared less of this poor little cats feelings. Purple orbs cast downward towards the cat.

Well, well, well.... what have we here? Another one of the common wh*res that live around here? Oo, or maybe its one of the love struck 'normals'.

Wylie snickered. What a puny looking cat. She shouldn't really be talking, her small size was uncommon for her breed. Her pads softened her fall as she landed nicely in front of this femae.

What can I do for you my 'lovely' lady?

This time Wylie was in full hysteria. Lovely, ha, lovely. She kept rolling the word through her brain. What a hideous word! She spit in the dirt then. That's what she thought of lovely. She took her paw and smeared the spit into the dirt while nodding her head in satisfaction.

Well, I don't live forever and I don't give a cr*p if you do or not but hurry up and spill whatever it is you wanted me for.

She glared at the cat in front of her. Impatient was her middle name and she really lived up to it.

[bella]

"Wha-what do you mean?" I asked, horror struck at her rude and appaling suggestions. "I'm only here to find a pride."
"Ha," she laughed as she looked me over. "I doubt you'll find one. It's just, you seem...unfit to find one." She sneered.
"What?" I hissed, crouching defensivly. "Me, unfit for anything? What about you? You seem to be rather disgusted by the thought of any of this. What are you doing here?" I had hoped the retort would take her aback, but I had no way of knowing now.

[starlingshour]

ooc: Hay, that's what people get mad at Bells, how you talk for their charrie. I don't mind so much but I prefer you don't do it. Also, 300 words remember? lol

Wylie stood tall, well as tall as she could make herself anyway. As if this cat could actually take her down! Psh!

That's because I am discusted with the whole idea of a pride, of following, of being the underdog.

She opened her mouth to show the other cat all of her piercingly white ivories. Her jaw was strong enough to crush bone. The purple of her eyes swirled in an odd sort of hate. She didn't hate the cat but she was getting pretty close.

Following is for weak cats. Its too bad you can't remove all the 'following' b*tches from the gene pool. It would do us all good.

Wylie was now full on grinning wickedly. She lifted one paw looking at her black ebony claws. They were sharp enough to carve stone. In fact on her off days Wylie usually sharpened them on a piece of slate she could find.

I follow no one, no one follows me. I am my own guardian

A twinkle emerged in her eyes and she began to chuckle. She licked her lips while she thought of the right words. Purple fire seemed to dance on her orbs. Shadows sprung within her perfect black and golden coat.

My own leige and my own ruler. I am loyal to no one. Now you may be thinking then why am I in such a wretched place? Well, I am looking for work and I doubt a priss such as yourself could give me anything to do.

She stared at the cat in front of her. It looked as if she was somewhat taken aback, as if she was used to the royal treatment. This cat would recieve none from Wylie, absolutely none.

[bella]

occ - yeah, i know, but i also knew YOU personally didn't mind, so I felt the need to put it in there. And 300 words is over one Word page long! 500 is more than two, so 300 isn't too far from that. grr

"Me, a follower? HA! Like you could ever make it as you own 'liege'. The rulers of the prides have all the power, all the power over the stupid nomads like you. Once I have a pride I can take you down. I can take you down even before I get a pride. What makes you think you're better than I am?"
I could hardly believe the words that were comimg out of my mouth. I knew I was a good fighter, I had only lost once. But that one time had ruined me and that one loss had my father and my hopes and dreams of love killed. I knew I could fight, but I didn't know if I could win. What was I getting myself into. If I had any sense, I'd shut up, but my emotions were getting the better of me. But my mouth decided to go for a big finish.
"I could care less what you give me. I don't need anything from you given to me. All I have to do is take it."

[starlingshour]

"Me, a follower? HA! Like you could ever make it as you own 'liege'. The rulers of the prides have all the power, all the power over the stupid nomads like you. Once I have a pride I can take you down. I can take you down even before I get a pride. What makes you think you're better than I am?"

Her a pride leader!? You have got to be kidding. Wylie began to snicker. Hmm, why was she better than her... Let's see...Does she really want to whole list?!

Well now miss priss. Now that I'm classified as a stupid nomad I believe that you are one of the most intollerable indecent insignificant creatures on earth. One because you are extremely dumb, I mean come on you piece of cr*p! Would I be able to come of with perfectly sinister come backs if I was the dumb one here.

Wylie shook her head in what seemed like pure shame but was actually a well conditioned act. She had had to pull this one over a pride leader's eyes so many times she had lost count. Acting as a smart little b*tch had gotten her out of many many tight spaces but had also put her into quite a few. She shrugged, why not take the chance.

I pitty your future love. I mean, what wimpy cubs. He might just kill them so as not to be embarrassed. Oh wait I forgot, you aren't going to have a future mate with such an ugly coat as yours! Ha, I doubt you would even get a male to give you a second glance. No, no wait, you wouldn't even get a first glance!

[bella]

"What did you just say?" I asked sarcastically. I sighed and shook my head. "I admire your reverse phsycology, though. Nice work. Thing is, I'm not the wimpy one here." Oh, just shut up mouth. I'm not regretting what I'm saying, just how it might turn out.
"I think I just insinuated a fight and you backed down with one of your silly retorts. Now if that isn't changing the subject, I don't know what is. But if you're so keen on backing out of this, then I'll just go."
I turned my back and started to walk away, staying very wary of my surrounds. An attack from behind was always a possiblity. I wasn't planning to actually leave, but I really wanted a reaction.

[starlingshour]

Wylie smiling. Backing out is she? Hmm, she could fix that. Her haunches rose and she quietly sprang up into her tree again. Carefully she walked as far out as she could on the branch. It made no sound for her keen sense of balance. She smile as the cheetah began to walk beneath her. Silently she sprang from the branch. Her claws hooked into the young femae's back. Her ivories drew blood from the cat's pristine hide. Soon Wylie was just hanging on by her claws, laughing like a lunatic.

Backing out? You just got yourself into way more than you can handle missy.

Wylie leaned down over the struggling body and whispered,

You couldn't be as b*tchy as me if you tried.

A proud smirk laid comfortably over Wylie's maw. Let's see if this cat could fight, really fight.....

[bella]

I walked out, being sure to be on my guard. I didn't want anything aweful to happen here. I just wanted to leave with my dignity with me. But when the pregnant dogy cat decided to jump on me, I couldn't take it. I would have thrown her off into the tree and swiped her before running. Not running because I'm not strong enough to fight, but it's in my nature. Cheetahs are runners and that's how we do things. But her claws digging deep into me was not what I had planned on.
I screeched in pain and threw her around until she flew off. Not quite hard enough to throw her into the tree, but close to what I wanted. I ran up and scratched her face, not making the cut as deep as I wanted, but still drawing some blood. I would have done more if I wasn't bleeding myself, but it was all I would be able to do for now.

occ- hi heather. you are sitting behind me and we are posting on the same computer. how wierdly cool and lame is this? i luvs yu!!!

[starlingshour]

Wylie- First Person

My claws were wrenched out of the feline below me as she twirled in a vain attempt to rid me of her easily. Soon I was flying threw the air. My body hid the ground with a thump. The sound of rushing feet entered my orbitors. I lifted my head as claws raked across my face.
The cut was long but not deep. I tasted the blood running down my furry face. I could still see for the blood had not yet reached my eyes. The dust was kicking up as the femmae reached the cheetah's natural speed of 75 mph.

Scared are we? Too scared to fight to the death?

My scream echoed through the valley, bouncing off of mountians. Turning on my haunched I walked back to my tree and jumped onto the branch I had been sitting on before I was rudely intterupted by that unintelligent whelp. I sneered at her distant form. I didn't mind her running so much today for the simple fact that I didn't feel like killing her. My time as an assasin would be perfectly wasted on a little indecent like her.

I licked my paw and began to clean my face. It would have tasted good if it weren't for the fact I was always reminded that it was my own.

Hmm, I taste good...

I mumbled before again watching her race off into the land of ill skilled cats. A smirk appeared on my maw.