Enter Darkness

[Alcatraz]

The light of the moon shone brightly in the darkness, its light dwarfing the gentle glow radiating from the stars. The night held the common silence, save for the perpetual twittering of the crickets. The air was moist yet incredibly warm at the same time. Mist clung to the long pelt of the feline as he gently padded across the earthen terrain.

Amber eyes peered ahead of him, the darkness comforting to the cat. Tail was held down as a sign of his content state but not of joviality. For the cat was neither overly thrilled, nor enraged. A pang of hunger shot through the stocky build of the animal, though he wasn't starving for food. The feeling was not the one of starvation that would tug at his very being, but rather a tolerable beckoning for food. Alcatraz would be on the lookout for sure, but to hunt was not tonight's endeavor. Tonight he was just out for a stroll.

Soon the creek loomed nearby. He quickened his pace to a trot, leaves crunching on the ground, as he approached its banks. Soon he was there. The ivory hued feline peered into the water a moment about to begin to lap up the crisp liquid to quench his thirst. His reflection looked back at him. He stared at it a moment before raising his head. With his paw he swatted the water sending his reflection rippling into nothing but a seemingly black oblivion.

He began to drink the water before the rippling subsided. There was no time to gaze at himself in admiration or otherwise. In truth, Alcatraz both adored and detested himself. But to let either emotion take complete hold of him, he simply did not allow. The complete adoration of one's self was for the weak. The complete resentment for one's self was for the uncertain. He believed himself to be neither. So he allowed himself to feel both ways to keep in perfect balance. To let any emotion completely outweigh the other was stupidity. For one could never be too sure of themselves while at the same time one could never be too unsure. Emotions were such complicated things. Too much of one set the others out of balance. Over the years he'd gained complete control of his feelings. 'Twas a gift indeed.

Licking his chops he stood, stretching his body out. He sniffed the air. The night was young, of that he was completely sure....

[Sith]

Sith stepped slowly towards the king,and with a small bow she said,"I have a question for you,Alcatraz...If you are the king,but have no queen,you are meerly a prince.My question is if your queen could be a young xarima like myself?"
Sitting down patiently Sith waited for an answer."The north alliance would be weak with a simple prince.We need a king!We need a queen!This alliance could be strong enough to take down a whole empire in a day!"she said with a small snarl in her voice(having a few anger managment problems she could not keep it within her)But she felt that if she were queen,not only would she be powerful,but able to keep her anger locked inside her with a cage of love.

[Alcatraz]

Abruptly Alcatraz turned around to face the white feline. Amber eyes scanned up and down the body of the cat as he padded menacingly nearer. "And what will I call out, cat?" the feline harshly inquired. "'Tis a bold thing to ask of me. I'll inform you it shan't be wise of you to lower me to the level of a prince." He hissed his last words with a disgusted tone.

The tail of the cat flicked as he was agitated now. Who was this feline? He'd never before seen her. Yet here she was suggesting to him how he was to lead his clan of cats. Alcatraz's orbs narrowed out of sheer anger. The cat possessed a short temper, to ignite it was to ignite a flame that could not be extinguished. It was supposed to be a peaceful evening, but apparently it would not be so.

[Sith]

Sith did not seem to take note that he didn't seem to like her.Sith smirked and climbed a tree swiftly saying,"I am not saying you are a young foolish child,but our group would be nothing more than a fort of sticks!What with no kits growing up to be strong fighters,or females to hunt."She said the first part with a hiss,then leaped down from the branch and stared,with eyes like ponds,glowing a bit wetter than usual.(for they say her eyes were blue because she always cried.)

The fur beneath her eyes grew darker.It looked as if she was going to break out in tears...Not because she might not be queen but something was bleeding on her haunches.

[Alcatraz]

Alcatraz chuckled to himself. "You've evaded my question, cat. What is your dubbing?" Alcatraz listened intently as the other feline spoke. He slowly walked closer to the tree in which she sat and thingyed his head upward. Amber orbs peered through the branches at the cat. "So you think," began the the cat "having a queen would remedy a lifetime of problems? 'Tis a foolish thing to suggest." He didn't hate the cat, not really, it was just that Alcatraz wasn't accustomed to such interactions with other felines.

Though from his spot on the ground made it hard to tell, it appeared to the white hued cat that the unknown feline was in pain of some sort. "You all right there, cat?" he asked, trying to make his tone soft and understand yet succeeding only in conveying a sarcastic approach. He lowered himself to a seated position as he waited for a response.

"'Tis odd," he thought as he took note of the sudden silence. No cricket twittered its call; no prey lurked in nearby bushes. All was silent. Such a thing was seldom heard, the very nothingness of it made the king uneasy. He shifted his forelegs, unsure of what to make of the silence. If one were to look at his demeanor, it would be unknown that he felt the way he did. But upon one hard look into the pupils of the massive feline, one could be sure something was wrong...

[Sith]

She closed her eyes trying to avoid his firey eyes and smile a bit."when I was young my mother was wounded and separated from the litter by a dog.I was wounded as well as my brother Crinja.My agony is shared with him and we both feel pain when our emotions seem to take over."Opening her eyes again she climbed down.Blood streaked across her left back paw(the one that was cut)and lay down in an elegant fashion,trying not to rip her skin.


"If I answer your question,will you answer mine?"Sith said in a soft tone(rarely heard)and then said in the same tone"My name is Sith.Daughter of Tanjia.Now will you answer mine?May I be your queen?

[Alcatraz]

OOC: Sorry for the shortness...hectic day. x.x

He watched blood fall from a gash that he supposed came from one of her hind legs. "Sith," he repeated in his mind. "Very well then," the massive feline began "No. I don't even know you. How can I make a queen of someone I don't know?"

Amber orbs watched the feline as she made her descent from the tree she had climbed. The crickets still did not chirp, and every moment made the Persian more uneasy then the last. He didn't like this area. Standing he padded away from the creek closer to the tree where the cat had just previously been. Eyes shifted from side to side as if the white feline expected something to happen.

[Sith]

Sith walked away,her ears folded back.She sat leaning against a bush,licking the wound.She sat still for a moment feeling drowsy while looking into the persian's eyes.Eventually she yawn and circled the bush for no aparent reason."Then I shall leave you.Im sure you have much more important things to do than keep up a conversation,with a she cat."She did not say this in a sob,but in a soft tone.She walked away,blood drops rippling into the creek.


OOC:Sokay.