Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-26046797-20160405221944/@comment-33008190-20160411023817

Ivory watched as the blood pooled round the dead cat's neck, some still trickling out.

"Sterling, did you HAVE to do that?!" she exclaimed, unable to get the image out of her mind and eyes. Eventually it would just blur together in one big memory, and sometimes it would return. The nightmares every night proved that.

Sterling glanced over at her, his muscles rippling under his ginger tabby pelt. He may have looked nice, but he definitely wasn't.

"Yes I did. She failed to bring me seven mice by Sunhigh, so this fish heart had to die. You know the terms, idiot!"

Ivory sighed, still persisting. "But you could have just injured her and sent her off. Why is killing always necessary?"

That got her a claw to the neck.

"Do NOT question what I do, Ivory. I own every cat here, and they have to follow MY rules. This twolgeplace is not theirs to roam and rol, around in. And besides, what do you have to say. Why can't you ever just do your job and hunt me prey, without whining? I don't know why I still have you around..."

Ivory nodded and ran off to catch prey, without saying anything. If she had stayed any longer, he would have seen her start to cry, which would gain more verbal abuse and beatings.

She just wanted to get away.

-// Does everyone around here have to be so mousebrained?

Sterling growled, watching Ivory run off. If she didn't come back with prey--well, let's just say her pretty white pelt wouldn't be the same.

He sat by the fence with the dead she-cat's body, waiting until his little servant cat brought him food.

If only life was easier.