Post by froststream on Jan 14, 2010 17:42:50 GMT -6
((So... Waiting for Zero))
Alfa was tired. He had run as far as he could, as fast as he could, and finally saw the comforting shape of the old, creaky woden barn. He slowed his pace a little, and flattened himself against the rough wood, bending over, breathing heavily. So. The kits were gone now. Some loners had stumbled along and just picked them up. He snarled at the thought, of how stupid he had been. But, thankfully, he had done what he wanted to do to them. Nonetheless, if he still held them hostage, he could wait until they were a bit older, and try again. And he could use them for power. They would be slaves, growing up under his claws, vulnerable to his fangs and his fangs only. Waiting to satisfy his every need, craving, or want. And when they failed to do so, crack he'd hit them and down they'd go. And it would be them grovelling for forgiveness. And then they'd be back with him, two she cats with him forever, underneath his power. Doing what he ever imagined.
Alfa jerked his head up, catching himself. He had been so deep in thought about his little daughters, he had sort of blacked out. Now he was back in the world. He flattened down his fur, which had ruffled in anticipation and excitement at the idea. Then, he steadied his breathing and smiled. Oh well. It would be so risky to ever go near ShadowClan, but Beatrice could always be here. And he might find another she cat, who knew? He thought he caught the scent of another cat, and he lifted his head and stared in the direction it had come from.
Alfa was tired. He had run as far as he could, as fast as he could, and finally saw the comforting shape of the old, creaky woden barn. He slowed his pace a little, and flattened himself against the rough wood, bending over, breathing heavily. So. The kits were gone now. Some loners had stumbled along and just picked them up. He snarled at the thought, of how stupid he had been. But, thankfully, he had done what he wanted to do to them. Nonetheless, if he still held them hostage, he could wait until they were a bit older, and try again. And he could use them for power. They would be slaves, growing up under his claws, vulnerable to his fangs and his fangs only. Waiting to satisfy his every need, craving, or want. And when they failed to do so, crack he'd hit them and down they'd go. And it would be them grovelling for forgiveness. And then they'd be back with him, two she cats with him forever, underneath his power. Doing what he ever imagined.
Alfa jerked his head up, catching himself. He had been so deep in thought about his little daughters, he had sort of blacked out. Now he was back in the world. He flattened down his fur, which had ruffled in anticipation and excitement at the idea. Then, he steadied his breathing and smiled. Oh well. It would be so risky to ever go near ShadowClan, but Beatrice could always be here. And he might find another she cat, who knew? He thought he caught the scent of another cat, and he lifted his head and stared in the direction it had come from.