Username: EchoIre
Cat Name: Vik
RobinheartClan: SunClanRank: Hunter
Gender: Male
Age: 24 moons
Prompt:Vik lived his entire life on the streets. He can't say he didn't like it; there were no rules but his own. At least, no rules worth following, anyways. Of course, there were the occasional few that tried to achieve some sort of authority. They were annoying, but they never lasted long. Then there was Viper.
She did the whole 'dystopian dictator' thing well. She came in like a saint, offering food and protection to the starving and weak. He cared little for her then - cats like her never stuck around for long. Then Viper started demanding
payment.
By this point, cats were so dependent on Viper that it was hard to say no. Cats who refused were left to hunt for themselves, which proved to be more challenging than before. Viper and her goons would take nearly any scrap of food in the Twolegplace - for the needy, of course. Vik
hated that. Why should
he starve because others were starving too?
Soon enough, Viper had control of the Twolegplace. She demanded tributes of prey from every cat, to feed those unable to hunt for themselves, of course.
Now, Vik can't say he was a good cat. He stole, he lied, and so on. If Vik
could do it, he would. But there was something that even a cat like him found
wrong with what Viper was doing. So what did he do? Well, he did was any responsible cat would do.
He ran.
Or at least, he tried to.
Viper had the exits guarded at all times. She didn't want anybody leaving, because it was
such a dangerous world out there. Vik, of course, didn't buy that, but the guards weren't up for debate that afternoon. With a few new scrapes and bruises, he was sent back from whence he came.
So, what now? You may be hoping that Vik will take action, rally a rag-tag group of allies to challenge Viper. Now must surely be the time for our misguided hero to rise to martyrdom!
Well, no.
But Vik would not be idle. He became something of a Robinhood, using his stealth to sneak into Viper's camp and steal from her hoard of prey to distribute to those who couldn't pay her tribute, or couldn't find the prey for their families after. He could have kept the food for himself, sure, but that wouldn't send a
message.Vik was otherwise quiet. He wouldn't stop Viper's guards from attacking others, only bring them herbs and prey after. He would never openly defy the tyrant or any of her followers, but would sometimes leave burrs and rat dropping in their nests as he stole their prey. Vik told himself he couldn't do anything else. He was already at risk as it was.
This ideology of his didn't last for long, otherwise this would have been a far more boring story than it is.
He was returning from making his rounds when Vik saw one of Viper's guards - a stupid, mangy fellow named Matchbox - harassing some poor cat who couldn't be older than ten moons. Apparently, the mouse she had given him wasn't enough. The young cat didn't have anything else, and it seemed like the encounter would quickly come to blows. Vik tried to walk away; it wasn't his business, and he was out of prey anyways. But she was so small, so skinny compared to Matchbox, who looked like he'd eaten more than his share of mice that morning. Vik couldn't just stand by, as much as he wanted to.
Before he knew what he was doing, the blue and red tom strode up to them. He managed to convince Matchbox to leave the child alone, promising him
three mice that evening. Once they were alone, the younger cat was quick to berate Vik, insisting she could have ripped what was left of Matchbox's fur off if Vik hadn't shown up.
He liked her already.
After a bit of conversation, he managed to learn that the young molly was named Marbles, she had a brother named Flapjack, and their mother was too sick to hunt. He followed Marbles back to her family, where he inspected her mother. He wasn't sure how to help, but he offered to try. He grew close to Lila - the mother - and her children, and became something like a big brother to Marbles and Flapjack. But, it seemed that good things withered quickly under Viper's dark eye.
Lila was too sick for the scarce herbs Vik could find. He sat with her as she died, comforting her and her children as her breathing grew weaker. He promised her that he would watch over Marbles and Flapjack - his little siblings. They would not die here too.
(Chaotic Neutral to Chaotic Good) [799 Words]
(edited for spelling)
