Feral Heart

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A dark forest, with winds shrilling highly, appeared at a pale tabby she-cats sight. It grew closer and closer, its shadows now lapping at her fur. She slipped into the forest, leaving paw prints in the soft mud. The forest was almost so dark, that she almost couldn't see the way herself. WindClan scent still was left on the paw prints, yet stale, defeated by the foul smell of mud. The she-cat was named Sorrelpaw, and she was from WindClan. She decided to have her own adventures, finding nothing to do out in the warriors forest, but to kill, train, eat, hunt, and sleep. Patrols too? Whatever. Finally, she could find a faint glow of white stab her eyes. Moonlight. Finally, the dark clouds moved, opening the bright moon. She looked over the forest, like a aware owl watching for prey. Finally, she could feel something ooz between her toes. More mud. She frowned, lifting her paw up to not see her white toes, but more of brown. What made it so wet here? She flinched. Was there a type of flood? Never mind that. Now, she started to hear the angry shrill the wind made, when it started to rise. Now her fur was being blown madly like a waving tree's leaves would go. Now her ears were pinned to her head, to not get a crisp of that wind's cold air. Its good to be around trees, since it would block some of the wind out. Yet the days remained cold, even in camp it was. She lifted her head to sniff the air. She caught a trace of mouse. Deciding to make a move, she started to look around for it, taking light careful steps and avoiding twigs on the way. Finally she caught that furry prey. It founded itself a seed, its teeth gnawing at the seed's brown crust. Sorrelpaw could only lick her lips, just to get the sweet aroma from it. She started in a hunter's crouch, the way her mentor, Briarmask, taught her. She better not miss this one. Without the tabby apprentice making one sound, the mouse poked its alert head up, and started to dash away. Now even she could hear what the prey was frightened about. Just to turn her head, she saw to felines. "What-" She growled, seeing the two cats to be almost the same size as her.
To be continued...

Hey, I've been playing this game for a year, but I found many glitches lately. I've been stressed out, crying, all mad type. I don't want anymore drama. I had enough of trying to remove these issues. Its time to let me rest from this game. I might come back another year, maybe not. I'm just leaving to not stress me out from the game glitches. I will be on the forums, though. Well, to all my friends, Scurry18 says a goodbye.     

Summary~ Ally Mist is about a small black cat, named Vark. He lived a happy life with his owners, until only dead silence remained, when they just left. Vark moves into a city, with all new challenges. Facing ally cats, dogs, cars, and mean people. Will Vark survive, or be left dead, like dirt no one ever cares about?
                                                                                                                                                                                                         Prologue~ The night sky appeared over the ground, finally covering the earth will total darkness. The wind howled outside, but it seemed faint, from the window. The window seemed to be a barrier, keeping the cold out, as a shield for the silent, sleeping black kit. The black kit was snoozing, like any kit would do. Even thought it was asleep, its whiskers twitched, as he was dreaming. The kit dreamed to be hoping around, chasing all types of fun things he could find. But then, dark, grey clouds starting drifting above the kit's twinkling eyes, and shot out soft, gentle rain. The kit bounced around, hating the water that splashed onto his sleek fur, that now turned drenched. Before he could reach home, a dog slashed into the kit's way, its angry eyes flaring at the kit, and the kit shivered with fear. Its eyes were colored yellow, and it stormed over the kit, like as if it's eyes were fire, melting the poor kit. Finally, it made a finally leap, its lashing jaws right toward Vark.                                                                                                                                                                                                    The kit raised his alarmed head, but blinked in relief, to just see the familiar brown walls of the house. Vark made a sigh, that echoed into the total silence. He perked his ears, at his name being called back. "Vark!" The owners called, and Vark got up to his four lazy, drowsy paws. He bounded down stairs, every step he made, he had to outstretch his paws to each stairs, so he won't tumble down like a rock. As he arrived the first floor, he could smell the aroma of the cat food can drift into his nostrils. There he found, his food waiting like it always promised. Vark dipped his head into the cat food, clomping small chunks of soft food into his empty stomach. Finally, he started to lay down on the ground again, his big stomach hitting the wood floor.