Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-26046797-20160405221944/@comment-33008190-20160411033847

Ivory stepped past a lone tree on the side of a Twoleg path. She hadn't gone far to hunt, as she knew there was a good spot.

This spot was meant for prey for Sterling, not Ivory. She usually went to any Twoleg yard, and found food left outside and ate it, the snuck away befor any Kittypet could see or Sterling could find out.

The kittypet food was beyond disgusting.

Suddenly, Ivory crashed into something. She fell backwards, but regained her strength and leapt to her paws, hissing.

It was a young cat, ginger pelt, kind face. It was a Tom, and he looked like he was new here. He seemed much too....innocent, to be living here regularly with the empire of Sterling.

"WHO ARE YOU WHAT DO YOU WANT?" Ivory meowed much too loudly. She hadn't spoken a lot recently. Actually, when she stood up to Sterling earlier was the first time she spoke in...days.

"I'm sorry...my name is Blaze. I came here looking for prey, me and my friend Leaf have been meeting around here, but not inside. I must have taken a wrong turn, I'll leave now."

Ivory was left sputtering. She had NEVER seen someone this innocent and kind and...normal! He was like a god here...

"No no, it's ok, but--"

A flying shape flung across the air, past Ivory. It crashed into Blaze with a yowl, knocking the poor cat over.

It was Sterling. And he was already clawing at Blaze's pelt.

"STOP. STOP, STERLING, STOP IT!"

But he continued on. Blaze was pinned in horror, unable to move, while Sterling clawed his ears and bit his tail. He snapped into bone, threw paws into eyes, and blood was splattered across both cats.

After what felt like moons of torture--to both Blaze, and Ivory--Sterling jumped back to his paws.

He was covered head to toe in spattered blood, and Ivory gulped when she realized it wasn't his.

She looked down at the bloody mess of broken bones, ripped fur, shredded ears, snapped this. Things with holes.

And she wept.

Ivory fell to her paws, heaving for air at every sight of a shredded piece of fur or bone. And it wasn't just for this poor Blaze, but for every cat she had seen mauled by Sterling.

"WHY DID YOU DO THIS!" She gasped out barely, her throat raw and torn. Teardrops hit onto the ground, which now mixed in with the falling rain. Clouds had rolled in at the right--but also worst--time.

Sterling only shook his, turning his back on her. His head turned back sideways, looking at her flopped over body full of tears and sadness, and the mangled body of Blaze.

"I told you, I run this place. Everyone must listen to my rules. And if they don't...they die.

He padded away, back to their hideout, as Ivory still bawled by the lonely tree, in the rain, with a broken body of a young cat in front of her.