Post by Gingerfur on Sept 9, 2005 19:45:30 GMT -5
Inkblot snuck between two trees. A kittypet with a fierce spirit simply couldn't stay inside eating tastless mush, and "fierce spirit" was a gentle discription of Inkblot. She had escaped the Cutter twice. She would hunt for herself. But the one thing she cared about was her kit, Zinc. Zinc was a small cat with a shiny red-and-silver pelt, but her most distinctive feature was her eyes: One blue, one grey. Today. Zinc was curled up in a sprig of moss while her mother hunted. Inkblot was just about to pounce on a pudgy vole when an obese tabby came into the clearing. Inkblot snarled. She knew this cat- it was Brownspeck, the head of one of the unnamed, unofficial Clans. Brownspeck ran the largest of the unidentified Clans, which he called IceClan. The name suited them well. IceClan was a group of cats as coldhearted as it was possible to be. They would kill kits. They would run their warriors to the ground. But Brownspeck was well-fed and well protected. And Inkblot had no respect for him. If you were going to live in a Clan, go ahead. But don't you dare live a kittypet life and claim to be a Clan cat. Even Inkblot wouldn't do that, though she pawed the line on other issues often. Brownspeck set her nerves on end. And today she would confront him. Inkblot's rage was famous. Zinc cowered under a root.
To be continued........
To be continued........
