by __PawPrints__ » Fri Jul 15, 2016 2:58 am
Mossclaw felt his tail flick behind him. "I don't think it did that on purpose." he muttered more to himself then anyone else. The memory was so strong it was like he could close his eyes and be there. As many unpleasant memories of his time as an alley cat were...
He was standing just at the edge of the thunder-path a much younger version of himself, four moons old and alone in this concrete whirlwind of noises and scents. His paw had been cut open and was smelling quite foul, he was sure it should have healed by now so their had to have been something wrong. And now he needed to get back to one of his favorite trash sites, that was unfortunately across this very busy thunder-path. He had waited until dusk when he knew there would be less monsters whizzing by. He was scared, as much as he hated to admit it to himself, but his shrunken growling stomach prodded him onwards closer to the thunderpath. Suddenly a loud screeching roar filled the air. Two of the monsters were fighting! And even worse now one was headed right for him! Being in such a shock he did what instinct told him to do cower down. He flattened himself into the sparse grass as the monster flew rolling over the top of him. Mossclaw held his breath until he realized he somehow was not dead. Taking a few heartbeats to gather himself he started to limp away as quickly as possible. Then he noticed the monster laying upside down a tree length away it's black round paws in the air. He hesitated a battle playing about in his head until curiosity got the best of him. He limped over to the damaged monster A strong scent of chemicals making his nose wrinkle. A small flame flickered on it and smoke steadily rose. He circled the thing poking its hard shiny surface with one soft paw. It didn't move so it must be dead right? An underlying scent of blood could be found faintly under the overpowering smoke. He finally got to the front of the monster an inside lay a slumbering two-leg and the source of the scent of blood. Mossclaw tipped his small head confused about what this all meant. Then the monster exploded into flames knocking him far back and off his paws. His head smacked the ground where he fell and his shoulder popped painfully. Getting up as quickly as possible he ran his vision swimming around and his breath coming in short gasps, as he limped as quickly as a cat can with two good legs.
Mossclaw felt his fur rise on his shoulders shaking his head to rid himself of the memory. He lapped quickly at his chest hair and forced his tail to stop fluffing out. He was very grateful to have found his new home in Hidden Clan. It was relatively quiet and although he did miss using his fighting skills he did not miss the feel of an empty stomach and sleeping alone. "So just be careful around thunderpaths alright?" he meowed gruffly to Brairpaw.