Flashback of home

[ḞḶIṆṪ]

Stone. Pouced smiled as he staired up at the loping rocks. Wow. He breathed, images of frosty air close the the sky were returning. All the scean needed was a predatory eagal swooping overhead, and perhaps some pine trees. Ok so it's not really like home but it is rocky Prancing up to the exposed area Pounce leaped upon a smooth bolders surface. It was easy to imagin heat radiating form its surface when the sun was overhead.

At the moment though there was no sun. The mostly white tom had risen early and padded this way in search of breakfast. A cool dampness hung about the air, in the shadows his breath was a visible cloud. Presently the stone freezeing to his paws and he didn't dare sit on it surface yet. Needs time to warm up . Pounce wasn't ready to give it that time yet though. With sringing leaps and bounds he charged up the slopes to the highest point amoung the bolders.

Obviouly exposed, it was hard not to get washed back into the memories of life like this. Leafs rimmed his vison but the sky! He could see it far off up there, much farther then in the mountens. It felt thick down here, like all that weight were now upon him. It was certanly good to be any distance from the dirt ground again. Sucking in a deep breath he sat, pearched like a bird, and simply enjoyed the feeling.

[Demon the Monsta]

Why can't I breath evil angel?

Demonpaw looked from side to side. No one was in the camp but the guard stationed. Demonpaw snuck past the cat he couldn't see and ran into the forest. The sun had yet to rise and no cat was about.

Demonpaw took a deep breath of the fresh air before padding his way through the forest to one of his favorite placed to be alone. His ears were perked and his senses alert. He never enjoyed being disturbed when he was going out early in the morning.

The dawn patrol should be leaving soon. When that happened he had to be extra careful, but the patrol almost never came to were he was going.

Head cocked he listened for any signs of life. A mouse to his left, thrush to his far right. A rabbit in front of him. He never really did like rabbits. But he knew many members of the clan loved them. He winced, thinking he had to bring something back to the clan. An excuse. Maybe...

He dropped low into a hunters crouch. Rabbits were fast. He paused, taking a breath. But not fast enough!

He sprinted towards the rabbit. Before it could even take two hops away Demonpaw had killed it with one swift blow of his paw. Just to be safe he bit the neck and buried it. The elders would enjoy this today.

Demonpaw left for his favorite place again. He really needed some alone time today. His mentor had recently died, leaving him with no mentor. He was currently being trained by all mentors.

This bugged him. He wanted to be trained by one cat, not a whole heard of them. Demonpaw sighed, his father would be proud of his training right now. Demonpaw knew his father watched him from Starclan, and he knew he would be mad if something got in the way of training. So Demonpaw only ever came her in the mornings or at night when he couldn't possibly be training or hunting. The entire clan was asleep then.

There were those days were he fell asleep at his place and missed an opportunity to do something, but he didn't mind. He was lacking sleep anyway.

Demonpaw ran towards the place he wanted to be most. Before he could get there a strong scent washed over him. Intruder!

His hackles began to rise and he growled deep within his throat. Remaining quiet Demonpaw circled the rocks. The cat was small, and Demonpaw knew he could take him if needed. His eyes narrowed into slits and he glared at the cat before settling down to watch the cat. Maybe it would move on.

[ḞḶIṆṪ]

Above the low lever forest on his stone Pounce sat, red amber orbs closed to the world. He appeared to just be resting, a ash and orange tail wrapped over his paws and twitched near the end. Gentle fingers of a new days breeze pressed against his back but was to weak to ruffled the coarse white strands yet. The hunter was lost in thought. If he pushed far back it almost sounded like the murmuring leafs were strong enough to worm a water fall far in the distance. Pounce could just imagine laying in a tight ball inside his den, feathers and moss padding the stone.

Falling deeper into the day dream part of him wanted to go back. I haven’t even been here a moon yet I feel as if a life time has past! Perhaps it’s because I’m amongst so many different lives now, and they all walk such different paths. Within his inner thoughts a low warning began to build. Since his days as a to be Pounce had been stalking prey with expert efficacy he was a trained cat in this way and he knew when the tables had turned. Someone is here.

Young sunlight had started work on brightening the dim. The world was leavening its routine gray phase and readying for a lovely sunrise off in the east. The colors of that sort were of no interest to Pounce though, casually his mixed gaze stalked the shadows for anything that moved. Every sense was on alert, listening and smelling for what escaped his sight. Though he found no tangible evidence instinct drown him to get off center stage.

Stretching his legs Pounce leaped down, coiling perfectly so not to make a sound. I need to get back in the forest, but any way I go there could be another cat. Tail raised over his back Pounces eyes narrowed. Slowly he made forward and crouched. He had no experience in this area, no idea how one was suppose to approach a clan cat when caught trespassing. Perhaps there’s no need to meet at all. Keeping low in the only crouch he knew, a hunters, Pounce slipped forward quickly and lunged below the leafs of some plant. He felt he was for the moment free of prying eyes.

All ready was the invader to leave when he turned back and stopped. Who’s there anyway? He meowed over a shoulder. This sudden bout of relative bravery surprised him and, acting on impulse he came back into the clearing of rocks. I catch prey that never even knows it’s died. I know your there and I have no intentions of being stalked out of this forest.

[Demon the Monsta]

Demonpaw watched as the cat suddenly stiffened. The cat knew he was there. Demonpaw sat and watched as the tom's eyes went over the place Demonpaw was a few times. Demonpaw remained completely and utterly still. No movement, not even a breath came from him.

Demonpaw narrowed his eyes, studying the cat. It was small, something Demonpaw could easily fight. But then he stopped. Never underestimate you opponent. He remembered his mentor saying. This cat could very well be strong... or very weak.

The tom looked well fed, sleek and ready for battle. The slight fear stench came down from the cat and Demonpaw was glad he was downwind. Truth was, Demonpaw was a little nervous him self. He had never attacked a loner or rouge before, he had no idea what to expect.

Demonpaw was startled when the tom got up from his position, still looking around. The cat dove into the bushes. Bushes that were only a few fox lengths from him.

Coincidence? Maybe... Just to be sure he backed away a few feet and was ready for battle. Then the loner's voice rang out.

'Who’s there anyway?' Demonpaw had no intention of speaking just yet.

'I catch prey that never even knows it’s died. I know your there and I have no intentions of being stalked out of this forest.'

Finally Demonpaw decided after a few long moments of thinking to step out into the open. The cat could fully see him now and Demonpaw narrowed his eyes at the cat.

"This is my territory. You speak first." He growled, making himself look larger and more like a warrior. This battle was his, he had no intention of loosing to a loner.

[ḞḶIṆṪ]

Hm. Pounce looked over the apprentice, not answering few a few heart beats. He was fairly sure this was an apprentice as the clans called them, much like To Be’s from his own home. Not that I wasn’t a To Be’s long ago myself. Still on his paws the mostly white tom didn’t need to move much to face his opponent, as it turned out he had been nearly staring right at him before. Doesn’t seem to be in a good mood. A orange tail tip had begun to flick back and forth in thought, the silence was starting to get uncomfortably long.

All about them the day was wakening. Mist began to climb upon the air and birds were singing from what felt like every branch.

A whisker twitched, You know I’m rather surprised. Someone told be clan cats were very civil. Shifting his weight from paw to paw Pounce pointedly pointed out the defending cats defensive posture. Not inviting are they? Actually despite the calm flow of his word Pounce was nervous. He’d never even come close to stepping a paw in this kind of situation. But he had been meaning to. Why else would he walk alone onto clans land? I would assume you’d have to be though right? I mean your neighbors are only a paw step over the border.

He fell silent now with an expression clearly done speaking. It occurred to him the apprentice had been asking for his name but Pounce wasn’t ready to go handing that out yet. Who knew how much longer he’d be in the clans? Besides a don’t tell don’t ask policy was what the other rouges out there often used. Somehow he doubted clan cats would like the idea much.