Username: 0Zero0
Cat Name: Ivory
Gender: he/him
Rank: Outcast
Clan: Tailless CometAge: 1+
Kitty trying out for: MYO#229Prompt:It was a cold night. Snow had been drifting silently for many moons at this point, and we had not had fresh-kill in ages. I was still a young cat at the time, less then a year, but older then a kit. Despite the cold darkness, a bright light of moon had kept us all safe as we worked to make a warmer den. The hope was the next dawn would give us anything at all to consume, even if it meant the smallest morsel of herbs or berries. Before the sun rose however, I had spotted a long tail shifting through the white powder covered ice. A snake? Dangerous, but worth it.
I pounced without thinking, and a large maw launched up at me. The teeth were the size of my paws, the face body must have been much bigger then I expected. The beast had clawed and chewed, and spat, hurling itself left and right, I had realized that I caught a basilisk, and thus I needed to avoid gazing at it's face. I kept my head low, and unknowingly hid inside of the very creatures mouth. I summoned a pressure wave a crossed the land. A huge vibration cracked, and then- silence. I was outside of the being, covered in saliva, harmed but mostly unscathed.
these wounds would not become scars no, but this story is important because it is the events that followed, that are the reason I cannot see any longer. You see, a basilisk doesn't have much meat on it's bones, it is mostly scales and hard cartilage. So in the act of bringing it back to my violent sibling I had spelled my doom to his hunger.
Hyperion was a astute fighter, and had immediately tackled me before I could get a chance to respond. If my parents knew what was going on, they surely would have stopped it then and there, but Hyperion had me by the throat before I could even break out a scream. That wasn't all however, on my back he had pulled me down the dirt slope in the entrance to our temporary nesting. The pain was immense as he slammed me to the wall of our very home.
"This meal will be mine, and you will tell no one."
I knew that it was the starvation talking, but the words stung like ice. I tried to escape as my sister seemed to enter at the wrong time. I stared deep towards her in hopes to beg for help. She did nothing. In that instance I realized I had been staring away from my attacker, and he wasn't done with me in the least. Then and there, he clawed my face deeply shouting incoherently, or maybe it was the injuries causing me fatigue.
How I got out? I don't know. Honestly I wonder how many of these scars are from that night, as I've been told I was there fighting much longer. Everything is such a blur these days though. Since then, after all, I haven't been able to see much out of this eye of mine. The other one doesn't work well either but at least I have some depth perception.