Snap. The sound of a twig giving way under a careless paw.My whole body freezes instinctively; my eyes sweep the dense undergrowth for signs of life. Only another cat would be heavy enough to break a twig in two like that. Apart from the faint rustling of leaves as a breeze sweeps though, there is no movement among the foliage. I swiftly and quietly carry on, prowling through the thick woods, pine needles muffling my pawsteps so that I am completely silent. I am nothing put a shadow among the trees. The eerie sensation of being watched tells me that I am not alone. Somewhere an invisible presence lies concealed, waiting, watching. I feel eyes on me, observing my every move, burning intently into my pelt. I pause, still …show more content…
This cat is probably out to steal prey from my territory. It looks like I am going to have to deal with the intruder by myself, apprentice though I am. The thought fills me with nervous excitement. I begin padding quickly after it, gaining speed until I am sprinting toward it. The cat turns, eyes wide, reflecting the moon. It turns tail at the sight of me and bolts, its fear scent trailing behind it. I give chase, yowling a battle cry. The cat is a she-cat and has significantly shorter legs than I do. I quickly overtake her. I leap, landing on her back, and dig my claws in. Her pelt is hard to grip, her pale fur plastered with the mud she used to hide her rival-Clan scent with. She is not as strong as I am, I realize, as she crumples under my weight; still, she possesses significant strength and muscle beneath her pelt. The cat screeches in alarm, twists onto her back and tries to claw at my belly with her hind claws. Her eyes blaze with fury and terror, and suddenly I recognize this little cat. “Viperpaw!” I yowl in astonishment. I instantly unhook my claws from her pelt and let her up. She glares at me with all the hostility of an enemy, panting …show more content…
We roll around in the leaves for a heartbeat, halfheartedly clawing each other, until I easily pin her. “Well,” I huff, “we’ve probably scared all the prey away by now. Let’s just go back to camp.” I yawn, worn out from my false-alarm attack. Viperpaw nods and we both get up and begin heading back. Viperpaw is my closest friend in the Clan besides my brother, Owlpaw. We’re practically brother and sister. We’re the same age, seven moons, and my mother raised Viperpaw after her own mother died of greencough. She is very quiet and reserved by nature, but less so around Owlpaw and I, because we’re so close. And, as she proved tonight, not the best at facing an enemy and fighting, which brings me to ask her, “Why didn’t you turn and fight? We’re not kits anymore. We may only have a little bit of training, but that’s still no reason to not want to defend your Clan, or yourself.” I give her a sideways glance as I walk along next to her. I hate feeling like I’m pressuring her; I just honestly want to know. She shoots me a look. “You sound like my mentor,” she
Which was the reason why I hated Eros. I hated that I loved him. I hated that his one glance on me could lift up my mood instantly. For the last six years, ever since Mom and I moved to New York, I have been madly in love with the most unreachable guy in our school.
"Turn back then, return with the pitful news without taking action beforehand. I'm sure the kits would love to hear it from their role models, their guardians even? To hear that they themselves couldn't retrieve a single item of food for their growing famine?" She turned to the warrior who spoke, head lifted defiantly. He backed
“Get up you jarhead Zahltag idiot. You in my tree..” She says. A tank pulls up and duke gets out. She walks over and starts hitting him a lot.
"Wake up, partners," the trail boss, James called. I sleepily looked up , shivered, and saw I was the only one not up. "Here," James said, giving me the horses' bridles and saddles. "Take these and get the horses ready. We have a long day today." I groaned in reply and set up the horses for the day's long drag. I was the horse wrangler and this was my everyday job but I still couldn't get use to the idea of waking up before the sun and working. We drove the cattle into open plains against the winter's cold wrath.
Back in the main level of the factory, Wolf and Fox find Hawk lying on the ground, pale and unresponsive, his bulletproof vest next to him and the edges of a red stain showing around a wad of gauze. A soldier that Fox assumes is N-Unit's medic kneels next to him, along with Snake and Coyote. The three medics are talking frantically among themselves. The rest of N-Unit hovers nervously nearby; the rest of H-Unit is nowhere to be seen. Dust particles dance through the beams of sunlight from the holes where windows used to be, giving the whole scene a strangely dreamy air.
“Yes I am dad.” Kevin screaming at the top of his lungs,” Mr.Cromwell needs to go!” While Howie and Kevin argued ,Cromwell was over there eating Kevin’s breakfast, waffles. It was too late, Howie and Kevin turned around ,the waffles were gone.Kevin and Howie went straight over to doggy daycare. Cromwell had stayed 1 hour knowing he wanted to leave.
I stepped forward and looked at the creature. “But what exactly are you? You appear so much against nature, that we can’t figure out why you are attacking us.”
"If my men are too scared to return without Hannah Curtis, I will happily let Miss Curtis kill them. There is no room for cowardice in these ranks, boys. I, however, am no coward and an honorable warrior will let me go free back to my Queen." The Commander sounds disgusted as he raises his voice to address me, assuming I'm somewhere near him. Which is true, obviously, yet he can't be sure.
Tizbeth hesitated as she looked at the charred cat. It laughed. “Never thought I would come this close to being defeated and they choose to lose.”
It's head snapped up to another howl through the forest, it's eyes twitching as it took in the echoing sound. My hyperventilating breathing was the only sound I could hear, along with my thumping heart. As it concentrated on the continuous howling, I glanced to the left to see a sharp branch on the ground.
She unbelts them. They jump to the ground, shake vigorously. They clamor to her side, muscles rippling through their long thin bodies, black fur glistening across their high legs. One sits on his hunches, awaiting her command. The other skips, ready to go. His eager tail wags fast and hard. He jumps to the General, his paws on the man’s chest trying to lick him. The warrior pushes him aside.
“Anything that can help us find out who did this.” I said, examining the crime scene. I walked towards what used to be the glass case that held the crown, but was now a useless, shattered cube.
The scarred tom let out a rusty, unpractised purr. "You have fought well, Redstar. Do not be ashamed of this defeat."
"She charmspeaks, and she'll be expecting Annabeth," Percy explained. "But she'll be on defense with Nico."
He growled and looked at her with a pleading look,” So you've seen what she can do. She ready.” More creatures came around and he reloaded the gun, “We don’t have time for this argument right now. We’ll talk back at Station.” He went to shoot two more with a revolver and switched it out for a pistol.