Lost a Father? Captured? Why?

[♦Ginger♦]

Mistie hid underneath the shrib with her brother still shaking from the battle that had just happened. Her body closed and small as possible. "Dad?"

[/color] she whispered so low it was barely audible. Her mind flickering wondering if she should see if the dog was truly gone.. Why hadn't her Dad reappeared? Wouldn't he always reappear all hero-like? Her paws itched to climb back out of the shrub.. But that would be against her Father's commands.. she was to stay till he said it was safe.. But would he say it was safe? Finally finding courage she picked herself up and stepped outside of the shrub. To see blood in the clearing. She padded farther from the shrub her senses on high alert. Her fur fluffed out and double the size. As she padded further and further as she dared she saw something dead. That looked just like her Father. She stood froze to the ground her heart thumping. She didn't want to look.. She didn't want to know it was truly him. [/blockquote][/size]

[Breezy~Chan]

*Wolfie*

The young tom wondered out with his sister, close behind her. He stopped at the same moment she did and looked around her to see what was happening. Green eyes widened and stared at the blood all over the place. Wolfie looked at the body of their father with shock. He couldn't believe it and it scared him so much. His father was strong, stronger then any dog. He always came back the hero of the day and always saved them. Wolfie looked at the dead eyes and had to look away or risk being sick. Tears ran down his muzzle with the hurt. He looked at the body again and had a sad look on his face. He remembered that their father always said for them to be strong. Wolfie planed on doing so and quickly rubbed the tears away with a white paw "Come on Mistie, we have to get going before that dog or whatever it was comes back" he said to his sister. He knew good and well that there was a chance that dog thing would come back to see if they were there. Wolfie could see the shock in Mistie's eyes and knew that her world had just fallen apart like his own, but much worse. He gental nudged her to get Mistie moving and started to walk away "I'll protect you Mistie and I'll take good care of you from now on" he told her as he stayed close. There was nothing they could do for their fathers body, it was just to heavy for them to carrie.

[♦Ginger♦]

At first it seemed as if the whole world just stopped right then and there. Like breath and air didn't even exist. She just stood there in horror her mind confused her eyes wide and shocked written all over. Her mind wasn't even done on the confusing moment when her brother padded up to her and gently nudged her. She just let her body be pushed around and followed him. Her paw-steps just working mechanically on her own. Her mind... It was still looking at that bloody fur wanting to collapse and fall on it.. Wanting to do something. Her white fur felt heavy and cold as ice. Her mind just swirled not comprehending. Their dad was a superhero.. He was invincible.. How could he leave them? Just die? It wasn't her father.. It was a fraud.. it was a phony a fake. Another cat.. No matter what she argued or thought.. Deep down a part of her knew.. That body was of her father. She said no a word.. Not even thought a word.. Just her emotions and mechanical body movements.. Told her she was alive and that he was dead.

Three toms soon caught the scent of the two kittens. They gave each other a look that said "prey". Soon they were circling the cats barely out of site. They drew closer and closer trapping the kittens. The three cats were obviously toms. Each had normal sized fur, ears, and tails. One to the far right, had green eyes with a calico pelt. The one behind the kittens was black with bright blue eyes. As for the last one the on that made the triangle complete and secure. He was white with ember eyes. "Hello. Who do we have here?" said the most blackest tom one would ever see. His companion on the kittens right grinned victoriously. "Why I believe two lost kittens that are of Starclan." the calico replied. The white tom drew closer.

Mistie was oblivious to everything happening around her. She just heard voice but could not comprehend any of them. The world around seemed a blur passing her up.

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[Breezy~Chan]

*Wolfie*

The young tom eye'd this other older tom's who seem to have come to do no good. He eye'd them with glowing green eyes and hissed in anger "Stay back" he said hissing. He stayed close to Mistie to protect her. He could tell she was really out of it and Wolfie knew it was good. Because now he would have to stay close to keep the other toms from hurting her. He would fear no one and no one was going to hurt them. Wolfie's eyes were glowing with anger. He hated it when someone thought they could pick on other's smaller or weaker then them. He would fight until he couldn't any more. He quickly tried to move Mistie to a hiding spot and stood in front of it. Looking the toms with anger he growled "Leave us alone, we have enough trouble as it it." he said hoping they would leave.

[♦Ginger♦]

Mistie allowed herself to be pushed in the small hiding spot that happened not to be blocked and close enough for them to reach it easily. She ducked down low scared and confused. Her mind still blurring everything around her. Wishing it would all just go away and let her mourn her father. Including her own brother.



The toms watched the little kitten tom trying to be a hero. The black one who was obviously one of the two not mentally right spoke once more. "What do you know. We have a hero on our hands." The Calico snickered and said happily "Oh yes, Heroes. Boss always wants thee heroes. Their great for his breakfast meal." the calico smiled, showing his sharp teeth that had fresh meat still edged between two. The white tom just seemed to stay quiet. Maybe he was mute or something?

The black one drew so close to the young tom. He spoke simply with a taste of threat, "Come with us obediently and you little sister here won't be hurt."His unnaturally bright blue eyes flashing dangerously. Showing he will not show mercy.

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[Breezy~Chan]

*Wolfie*

The young tom hiss again and this time swang a paw at the older tom's face with claw's out. He wasn't letting this tom any were near Mistie "you will leave us alone, we've done nothing to you" he said trying to be calm. He didn't want to leave with this cats and he didn't trust them. It most of all didn't help there case when that tom told him to come and his sister would be hurt. That was a big mistake. Wolfie hissed trying to make himself bigger with his fur on end. Wolfie didn't know what he would do if they attacked all at one. He has only ever fought one cat at a time and that was while training with his father who is now dead. That was the life of a rogue, fight to live or don't fight and dead a painful death. Going hungry was a painful death in Wolfies eyes. His green eyes were glowing with anger at this strang cats.

[CheshireCat]

beauty is skin deep ,

[atrb=style, background: #000000; border: dashed #ffffff 4px; border-radius:35px 0px 35px 0px;] [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border: dashed #000000 3px; width: 400px; height: 500px; float: left; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 20px; padding-bottom: 25px; padding-top: 25px;] diablo Diablo padded into the commotion, head high despite his small size. He had been trailing the kidnappers for quite some time. On Monster's orders, of course. Monster always seemed to need to know what was happening at every time of day. In this case, the leader had wanted this operation quick and unnoticed, but with all of the racket the tortoiseshell tom was making, that seemed highly unlikely at the moment. Diablo nodded to his coworkers and put on the most empathetic face he could come up with. Tsk tsk he mewed sadly. Wouldn't it be a shame if you two were left all alone out here to die? Not knowing how to hunt or defend yourselves? He waited a moment, letting the words sink in as he padded closer to the two kits. I'm Diablo, and these cats are my friends. I'm sorry f they made the wrong impression on you; they can be a bit agressive at times. We're only here to help. Consider us your, he paused, trying to think of the right word, guardians. We only want to keep you safe and sound. It was what your father told us to do. He'd officially done it. An outright lie, yet to two kits in a time of sorrow and despair, it seemed true. My friends and I are going to take you to a nice place where you can rest safely knowing that it was what he would've wanted. Diablo loved being smart. It made everything so easy. AS he let the two kits think about his words, he turned to his associates and hissed lowly into one of their ears. What were you thinking? Trying to scare them? Are you mouse-brained? He took a deep breatj, trying not to take out his anger on the three cats. Get the kits. Be gentle. One of you help me get the remaining scraps of their father. With a low, almost undetectable growl, Diablo padded over to the bloody corpse and icked it up by the scruff. That dog they found had certainly done its job. He smiled inwardly at the true evil of it all. He really was the Devil. ||Diablo reminds me of Scar from the Lion King. ||

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[♦Ginger♦]

//The irony of Diablo being scar.. I keep imagining this trio of cats as his three personal minions till the end.The hyenas.//

All three toms immediately backed away from the cat with the voice of the second in command. The white one stood back, but glared at the newcomer. As for the other two they were both looking at each other crazily. "Sorry.. They needed comforting."[/b says the calico tom. His companion the bright blue eyed and black fur, whacked his paw against the tom's head. "Moron. Monster is already po'd. Diablo does not need to murder us too."



Mistie still could not comprehend anything at all, until.. It seemed as if the whole world just dropped and created a new. She heard the word "Father" and the word "Sent". She was bought. Her Father had always a back up plan. She moved underneath her brother thankful her small body could allow this movement. Her fluffy tail that matched her brothers had shrunk back to normal size. She crept from the can and walked right toward the tom that had spoken of her Father. "Did he truly send you?"

[/color] she asked her voice sounding much stronger and independent as it ever has. It seemed as if she came from some sort of alternate universe. Her stance had even changed.. She came from the playful always jumpy kitten to one who suddenly seemed more of beauty and maturity of a she-cat that wanted more from a tom.

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[Breezy~Chan]

*Wolfie*

The young tom listened to this other tom who came after the three bullies. Wolfie didn't know what to think of him and even though his scent matched those of the bullies, he seemed to be nice. But still something didn't seem right. But then the tom mentioned father and the young tom looked at him with slight hope "you knew dad? But how, he never brought any friends to our den" he said with confusion in his tone. Wolfie felt his sister clim under him and he tried to grab her sruff. But she menaged to get away. Wolfie was froze for a moment before quickly going to his sister's side "No Mistie, we don't know if they are telling the truth, don't go near any of them Please" he said with a pleaing tone. The young white and black tom may be young. But he was smart and yet he had troble with telling when someone told a lie. Their father never mentioned friends or never had any over for that matter. He wanted to protect his smaller sister. Wolfie for some reason had always been big for his age and he didn't mind it. He could protect them "we can take care of our selfs. I'm a pretty good hunter and good at fighting to. We just want to be left alone to morn our father's death in pace, Please sir just leave" he said as nice as he could. All he wanted to do was morn their father in pace and help Mistie to get over the shock the right way. Where she was herself and not some stranger he didn't know. He looked at the head cat of the group and begged with his green eyes for them to just leave them alone in good pace.

[CheshireCat]

beauty is skin deep ,

[atrb=style, background: #000000; border: dashed #ffffff 4px; border-radius:35px 0px 35px 0px;] [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border: dashed #000000 3px; width: 400px; height: 500px; float: left; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 20px; padding-bottom: 25px; padding-top: 25px;] diablo Diablo set the dead tom on the ground and smiled. THey were falling for it. Of course he did. I'm an honest cat. He made a friendly face. He didn't need to come off scarier than he already was. It was hard to maintain that face, however, when the tom openly declared his distrust in Diablo's words. Oh, your father never told me where your den was. Otherwise I would've visited. We were close friends, you see. He looked up to the sky,a s if trying to remember something. Ah, now I remember. It was a moon before you were born. Your father and I were on a hunting trip together when I was attacked by a dog. It rendered me unconscious before I could do anything. If your father hadn't heard the racket and fought that dog off, I wouldn't be standing here today. In fat, I'd probably look worse than your poor daddy does right now. I had a debt to pay for him because of that, and he told me to promise that if anything bad were to happen to him, I would take care of his then unborn kits. He loved you two very much, so much that he ensured your future before you were even born. Oh, I still remember his face that day. Diablo did remember his face very well, just not from that story. He had, in fact, met their father, but they got into a fight over a piece of prey. Diablo had lost, and this was his revenge: capturing the kits. Please, he mewed, stooping down the the tomkit's height, come with us. You'll be much safer.

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[♦Ginger♦]

Mistie listened as the leader talked. He truly knew their father. How else did he have this story and come at the right time? If she was in right of mind she would've questioned that right of time. "Wow. He did all that. See Wolfie."

[/color] she drew even closer to the tom and her father's dead body. She toke in a deep breath of the Tom's fur. She loved the scent. It smelled feral an dangerous. Her eyes flashed enjoying this. She drew ever closer till eventually she was close enough to lay her heard on his body. She did just the outrageous thing she has ever done her whole life. She laid her head gently on the tom's right shoulder and toke in all his scent. When she was done she opened her eyes slowly looking toward the tom's face. When she looked up him her eyes flashed to her brother and she glared him down. "He is meant to protect us."[/color] she said her fur slightly bristling.


The three toms sensing that the leader was doing a good job just stayed quiet. The white one stayed where he was eye flashing.
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[Breezy~Chan]

Wolfie looked in the toms eyes and he just didn't know what to think. He had just lost his father, the only other male cat he had trusted. Mistie may think her world was the only one shatter. But in truth, his world shattered before his very eyes and it hurt so bad. Wolfie watched as the older tom before him stooped to his own height. He didn't have to look up anymore. But now he was looking right in to the older toms eyes and was able to finally see the scar over his eye. Wolfie left a little paw and placed it gentle over the blind eye "is this what the dog did you" he asked. He didn't understand why he seem to beileve the toms story. Wolfie was grabbing for something to hold on to. His father was gone and he'd never be there again to protect them. A tear fell down Wolfie's muzzle and at the sound a dog barking from far away. Wolfie pulled his away and huddled beside the tom with more tears falling. Wolfie's eyes were wide with fear at that one sound. He was going to have nightmares for the rest of his life about this very day. He wanted a protecter and even if he was a good fighter. He'd be killed or badly hurt if someone stronger then himself came along. Wolfie wrapped his long black tail around his small paws and cuddled close to the older tom. He may act tuff, but truthfully he wanted protection from an older cat like any other kit would want. Wolfie shook with fear and tears were running down his muzzle by now.

[CheshireCat]

beauty is skin deep ,

[atrb=style, background: #000000; border: dashed #ffffff 4px; border-radius:35px 0px 35px 0px;] [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border: dashed #000000 3px; width: 400px; height: 500px; float: left; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 20px; padding-bottom: 25px; padding-top: 25px;] diablo Diablo held his breath as the she-cat moved closer. Did she suspect something? Was he caught? As she rubbed up against him, he purred. She was one of those cats. Diablo smiled inwardly. They were just too easy to manipulate. Diablo let out a small chuckle. It was too easy. Yes, in fact. How did you guess? It's almost like a reminder of my promise, because I am blind in this eye. Diablo lashed his tail. The she-cat knew what she as supposed to do. He looked up at the sky. It was almost sunhigh. His one good eye flicked back to the two kits. We'd better get moving. You have to meet somebody. He's the one who let me come and get you in the first place. I owe him too. He grabbed the dead tom, trying to mask his disgust at the gore and guts of it all. With a lash of his tail, he told the toms to either grab a kit or help him carry the father. Diablo loved being in charge. Maybe Monster would let him rule. Diablo nebulized, daydreaming about the possibilities while he waited for everyone to get moving.

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[♦Ginger♦]

Mistie instantly fell into belief that this tom would never lie. That he would always protect her as her father did. As he walked away from her to pick up herFather's body, she followed along. She ignored her brother's face. He didn't matter, he couldn't protect her as her father did. This tom.. He certainly will. He knows all.

//Sorry guys. I don't have very much time to make large posts or posting in that matter. Here's my lousy reply. Read it, hate it. Move on.//