Username: dimi.
Cat Name: Kyra
Gender: Female
Rank: Rogue
Clan: Forum/viewtopic.php?f=103&t=4966341&p=145775851#p145775851Age: (5 years
Prompt: The dark embrace of the night, the feeling of loneliness, and the twinkling of stars illuminating otherwise unfamiliar things within her environment.
This was a feeling Kyra was not used to. She had been a member of a nomadic rogue pack for many moons, roaming the earth in pure service of them. She would go on missions, even ones that contradicted her morals, to gain the favor of the violent gods and goddesses of the earthly heavens above; something that she would come to regret.
She had been outcasted by her clan. Shouted at horrifically, and degraded for defying the rulings that her rogue pack had found just. What was she thinking, staying with them for so long? In the midst of night, she fled out of fear for her life in a fit of rage and disgust with herself.
The rogue pack that Kyra was apart of was far from kind or welcoming. They were conquerors, exploiters of the unfortunate, and the cats that mothers would usher their kits away from or awkwardly change the subject off of when they came up. Those in Kyra's pack took anything in their path and followed any lead that could result in an incentive, gaining something that they otherwise would not deserve.
On one of these expeditions, Kyra had to lead a parole towards an unsuspecting, undeserving clan. A whisper in the winds had said they were planning on taking the rogue pack down, and restoring peace across the miles of territory that the rest of her rogue pack had claimed. Kyra herself had not often been in the front lines of assault, though the leader saw promise in her, and desired to get her paws wet; though Kyra did not know that desire was heinous, or one of blood.
And so, Kyra would lead a silent patrol in the middle of the night, and a battle would ensue in the heart of the clan's camp. Yowls of pain and mews of terror echoed throughout the land as warrior after warrior was pinned to the ground, and subdued. Once all the warriors were gathered, Kyra thought the battle to be over -- but it was not. Soon, the cowering kits and snarling protective mothers were dragged out of their respective dens, and brought before Kyra by her second-hand, her name Amethyst.
"Why did you bring them out?" Kyra asked with a concerned glint of her eyes, looking at her second-hand in confusion. The molly by her side tilted her head, seemingly in confusion.
"What do you mean, why? These cats were planning to eradicate everything and everyone we have worked so hard to build up. All of them need to die. None of them can be spared to spread their blasphemous propaganda, that we don't deserve anything we have." Kyra would look at her second-hand in sheer horror, turning back towards the mothers and kits for a moment.
"You have to be joking. Is this what every battle is like? You take out the entire clan, not sparing even the young?" Kyra whispered in horror.
"There is no way you have gotten this far without knowing how we go about business with threats." Amethyst replied with a scoff. "Either you do it, or I will bring you before the pack for the act of treason."
Kyra's blood began to boil, and soon she tackled Amethyst, the two rolling around on the ground, tufts of fur flying as they fought. Eventually, they were broken up, and Kyra was pinned to the ground, her legs quickly bound by cobwebs. She thrashed wildly, trying to break free before she was hoisted back to the rogue pack. Amethyst turned towards the mothers and kits of the clan, who gazed on in horror, each of their tails lashing in fear and fur raised in anxiety and anticipation.
"You are only being spared because of her cowardice. But if I get word that any of you opened your mouths speaking of what happened here, and the ideas you had to harm us, I will come back and kill you myself." She growled before turning, following the patrol that was hauling Kyra back to her pack.
Kyra would awake within the leaders den, a shadow of dread slowly leering over her body. It was cold, and judgmental, and she would gaze upwards, her golden eyes meeting the unwavering gaze of her leader River. He was a large tom, with a long, carefully groomed white pelt and a variety of scars decorating it. His eyes were a jade green, and laced with anger.
"So, Amethyst here tells me that you didn't follow a direct order to finish off that... little problem, I sent you to address. Is that true?" River's voice was gruff, stern, something that made Kyra's blood run cold.
"Yes, River. But you must understand, killing the young and mothers of the clan who likely don't fight anyway is pointless. That only makes us look even worse, more hated." Kyra tried to explain, but River's eyes narrowing showed her that it was undesired.
"I do not care. How is it that you have been among us for so long, yet do not know how we address these things? In situations where they are a direct threat, they cannot be left alive. It doesn't matter." River sighed. "It's unfortunate, I know, but we must protect everything we have built." River moved forward, his tail brushing against Kyra's chin in an attempt to calm her, but she pulled away in a fit of rage.
"I will allow you to process things before your trial. Amethyst, unbind her and escort her to her den."
Amethyst sighed before clasping her teeth around the cobwebs around her legs, tearing them off before moving Kyra back into the rogue den.
"Don't get any ideas. You are pathetic." She spat before wandering off. Kyra would lay on the ground in silence, her body trembling as she grew disgusted with herself. Eventually, the sun would set, and Kyra, out of fear, darted off into the night.
And that was how she began her trek to the Heart of Decay. [1022 words]
