Username: SonOfStarGod
Cat Name: Hunter's Broken Water
Gender: male
Rank: warrior ---> deputy
Clan: Those of the GrottoAge: 8 years
Prompt: (706)
Something quiet, something low, I heard nothing as the cold, sharp water consumed my body—only glimpses of sound. So cold the water was like ice, and like sound, truly painful pressure on my damaged ears as the waves tossed me about. Swearling around and around and around like a piece of prey in a kit's paws. Until nothing. Until I was, but I blip in the inky blue void. Until I was gone.
I never really was a good cat; that's a rouge's life, after all. I'd stolen and killed like my mother and father before me; the stars bless their unrestful souls. Becoming better was something I had always told myself I wanted to do, reinvent myself and go someplace else where nobody knew me. I was just always too much of a coward to do it. But the water on that day told me I did not have much of choice. I'd always said to myself that I did what I needed to survive, that a world with these... zombies, as some call them, is no place to be soft. But in all my travels, the softest cats are the ones that have the most, have others that surround them and care for them, and I think that maybe that would be nice.
Down down down I went, the waves pushing me south, discarding my lifeless body on a pebbly shore, where the toxic rays of the sun were beating down upon my lifeless body. The radiation was breathing itself into my fur, into my heart, into part of my soul. So I got up. Stammering to my feet, I wavered, determined not to fall. But alas, my legs gave out, and I stumbled onto the sharp pebbles below my hardened feet, cutting into my soft stomach. I laid there determined to push myself up. Pressing my legs with all of my might, but they just would not move. I am not known to be weak or give up with ease; I am, in fact actually known to be quite stubborn. Still, my legs would not move.
I saw the cat upon the horizon, standing still up on the cliff that overlooked the beach. A small black stain upon the sky. They bounced down, coming closer and closer until my hazy vision could make her out. A calico she-cat, black and fiery red, a large amount of white covering her underside, splotches dotting it. Her ears perked up, sniffing the air, bright green eyes darting about piercing me. But then she came close. Put a paw against my black and white striped fur, feeling my light breath. I tried with all my might to stand, to lash out against the strange cat with stray flowers in her fur. But try as I might, I couldn't, and for the first time since maybe, I was the smallest of kits, I was truly helpless. But then the cat wandered off, sleck, white-tipped tail raised high up onto the cliff, disappearing from sight, abandoning helpless little me.
All alone, I closed my eyes, thinking I would do what the water could not and disappear into the stars that would not touch me. I awoke to the harsh cold of stone underneath me. Laying upon a bed of moss, but the cold still seeped through. My eyes were shut so tight it hurt until a soft paw proded me. The cat from before stood over me, her green eyes now peering into my cured orange ones.
"Hello," she said as I read her lips, and I was scared. I had no idea how I got here, into this strange place, where stalactites hung from the cave roof. It was a large cave with an opening at the back that allowed for accused water to flow, creating a deep, turning pool. The kind of water that would doom any cat that swam in it.
"Hello," I murmured back to her, groggy as can be
"What is your name?" she asked, kind green eye peering back into mine. I felt a calm washover me as a laid there in silence. "That's ok, we can give you a new one," and I felt safe for the first time in years.
edit: changed storage location
