Analysis Of Scream Of The Past By Kaela Mae
Screams of the past.
A story by Kaela-mae.
It was dark.
Blood ran from the murderous toms paws. He was standing over the body of his youngest brother. The young cat that he Swore to protect. But that was in the past. His bittersweet longing for the past had not faded, Wishing he could go back to joyfully playing with his large group of siblings, But no. He chose this for himself, The path of a cold blooded murder. Some times in his sleepless nights he would like to think it wasn't his fault. How he could've Saved His father. He let out a blunt laugh his hot breath making steam appear as it hit the Cold frosty air of the night. He reluctantly left his dead siblings side walking to the river, his paws leaving bloody prints on the frosted grass. He had already accepted that this was his life now. He stopped saying it out loud “ Udo, The cat that killed 16.”
It had been 6 months since the death - No The murder - of his youngest sibling, in that time he had killed various cats from Rogues to Kits. But still he was a heartless Freak. He felt no empathy to the cats he killed, Wait no. He felt Nothing at all. He let the world shift with him, Picking off the cats didn't need to be here. His next target was a tough one, It was his oldest sibling. “Wild-fire” He murmured, …show more content…
A response echoed back “Danny?” Yes definitely Wild-fire, He thought. He was unsure on how close to the camp he actually was. He ducked into a bush, Watching as the older tom emerged from the greenery. He waited a few seconds before leaping out, Landing blows on where he thought his brothers neck would be. He was wrong. Claws lashed back at him with fury, Udo being younger and slightly better at fighting then his brother ducked out of the way, The long keratin claws only clipping his ears. He lept to his paws, His Black fur spiking up in a fit of
A story by Kaela-mae.
It was dark.
Blood ran from the murderous toms paws. He was standing over the body of his youngest brother. The young cat that he Swore to protect. But that was in the past. His bittersweet longing for the past had not faded, Wishing he could go back to joyfully playing with his large group of siblings, But no. He chose this for himself, The path of a cold blooded murder. Some times in his sleepless nights he would like to think it wasn't his fault. How he could've Saved His father. He let out a blunt laugh his hot breath making steam appear as it hit the Cold frosty air of the night. He reluctantly left his dead siblings side walking to the river, his paws leaving bloody prints on the frosted grass. He had already accepted that this was his life now. He stopped saying it out loud “ Udo, The cat that killed 16.”
It had been 6 months since the death - No The murder - of his youngest sibling, in that time he had killed various cats from Rogues to Kits. But still he was a heartless Freak. He felt no empathy to the cats he killed, Wait no. He felt Nothing at all. He let the world shift with him, Picking off the cats didn't need to be here. His next target was a tough one, It was his oldest sibling. “Wild-fire” He murmured, …show more content…
A response echoed back “Danny?” Yes definitely Wild-fire, He thought. He was unsure on how close to the camp he actually was. He ducked into a bush, Watching as the older tom emerged from the greenery. He waited a few seconds before leaping out, Landing blows on where he thought his brothers neck would be. He was wrong. Claws lashed back at him with fury, Udo being younger and slightly better at fighting then his brother ducked out of the way, The long keratin claws only clipping his ears. He lept to his paws, His Black fur spiking up in a fit of