Duskfang

[Dusk]

The name is Duskfang. 11 moons is the age I play, VoidClan is the Clan to which will I serve till my dying breath. Some may say that it is hard but it is quite easy to become a Warrior, like I am myself. While I may side with the female gender, I do not always play the game with them.

While others may play this, as I call it, "game", for revenge because their "poor" family member or loved one got killed, I play this for fun. I have had family that have been killed, but, hey, they deserved it. They were weak and could not beat the cats who killed them. Perhaps one day I will become like that but as for now, I am strong with wit, two things you never want to come across. Can I love? Of course, I am not some stupid mouse-brained thing only led by cold-blooded murder, or rather, just blood. Do I love often? Of course not. In the long run, we're all puppets in each others show, playing, tricking, pulling the strings of the other. Until the day we drop dead with our blood pooled around us.

In short, this game called life is stupid but fun. I guess I'm viewed as immature too, especially due to my age.

My mother was already weak when she gave birth to me, I was one of the last litter of hers, or rather, I was the last of hers to be born before she died. During the time I was a kit, she had little milk so another queen fed me, my mother only grew weaker from the time I was born, age, cold, and sickness pulling her down to death. Of course she moved out of the den when she started getting sick enough to spread it around and the queen who had fed me, as you could call it, raised me as well.

My mother died and I wasn't sad, though some of my siblings mourned her death, as they had been closer to her. Our father had already been killed, he had been much older than our mother and was brought down by an apprentice of VortexClan, which of course made that apprentice a warrior. Life passed on and I became an apprentice, a bit quicker than the usual, since I was considered to look strong enough.

I was taught how to fight, how to battle, the same stuff that we must always learn to become stronger, though perhaps not more intelligent. And when I was ten moons, I took down a warrior--and not an old, losing their energy warrior, a younger one, though he could have been viewed as weak. It had been at a border battle, a pretty vicious one, well.. all of our battles are vicious but it was what I consider to be vicious and of course we fought back against those fox-dung mouse-brained cats who dared to invade our territory. I got a couple of good, deep scratches into some cats and than out of nowhere this young cat charges at me, a warrior, he had been fighting more than me and had more scratches than I, but in the end, he was killed and I was victorious.

That is how I became a warrior.

She glanced towards the VortexClan cat, the one who lay at her feet. He had been a mouse brained fool to not have paid attention to his surroundings. Instead, the tom had come into their border, following a snow white rabbit, he had been so intent in his hunt that he hadn't smelled that he had crossed the the border or that there was a VoidClan cat nearby. His intentness on the hunt had cost him his life and his Clan, one less cat to fight against her Clan. Of course she she had gotten scratches, she was strong, not invincible, a deep one laying at her flank, still bleeding, the red blood sticking to her blue-gray pelt as it dried but continued to bleed.

Her yellow-amber eyes looked over the cat with no emotion, for what about it was sad? If he hadn't wanted to risk his life, he would have found a way to run away, get out of the mountain, become some sort of rogue but he had chosen to stay, fight for his Clan, to live or to die. His luck had died out, as well as his life. With a flick of her tail she turned away, done with looking at the cat who's body was bound to attract some nasty maggots, that the earth would eventually eat up for it's own.

She limped back to camp, the area around her flank and leg causing her pain that made her wince yet made her feel joyous, it was proof that she had won this round and perhaps would come again to win another.