I'm Back[L]

[Shadewing]

Abyssus:

[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=A83333] Count: 1010: decided to get to 1000, because I was already at 850 with little detail. Rogue: Sin the Coldblooded Involved: None Notes: [L] is for bad language/swearing! Most of it is censored, but still. Also, sorry if I switch tenses sometimes, I don't role play first person much. I stepped through the rows and rows of endless, unkempt trash. Some trash was dull, some was colorful. It was a good way to disguise myself from the dirty clan cats that lived in the marsh. Cover myself to smell like the same kind of nuts as them, and keeping hidden at the same time. The garbage lot wasn't a bad route to take, I figured out. I last checked in on them a while ago. The clans. I heard there was four from an old loner whose life I spared, but I only visited two last time around. The territory I was in now, and the ones full of the tiny cats that were as fast as rabbits. I was just over a year old when I went there, I think. Maybe a little older. I didn't remember much, I didn't give a mousedung. All that mattered now was that I was here, now. And I was going to have fun. I refused to eat the garbage that littered the ground, no matter how much my stomach told me to eat as much as I could possibly eat. I had already eaten today, a blue jay and a mouse, and knowing the cats that lived in this place, they were filthy enough to nuts in their own food, which was most likely the garbage. The cold winter air ruffled my black and white fur, like the day I killed that b***h I used to call my sister. Except that was in the city, but the garbage and the weather reminded me all to much of my first kill. I piece of hail pelted my back, and I shook. It was drizzling a little too. I eyed the sky, and caught sight of a bunch of dark clouds over a distant forest. This territory had light gray clouds at the moment. I grunted to myself as I kept walking. How many kills had I made in the past full moon? I was not quite sure, though I knew I had been lacking. I think the only one that I killed this moon was a little owned cat pet. Right, it had followed me all around the rows of huge human nests, all friendly-like. Annoying, actually. 'How are you? What's your name?' Drove me f**king crazy. I led him into a bush next to his owner's house, and left them with a nice bloody surprise to wake up to the next morning. Poor little kitty, ripped to shreds, used as a doormat by Sin the Coldblooded. The bad part was I was still cleaning the snow white fur from between my paws for a whole d**n week. The garbage lot was actually pretty large, but I was almost out of it, luckily. It stank like a bunch of rotting body. There probably were rotting bodies in there. Probably noisy pets who were shoved into a garbage bag by their owners. If I were a human, I'd likely throw out the strays in the garbage. I wouldn't let those d**n cats freeload where I was living. But I wasn't human, and it was no use thinking of it. I didn't even know too much about the furless creatures. I sighed with relief as I left the huge and stinky garbage lot, and glanced around with my deep blue eyes. The beautiful deep blue eyes some dumb ass would think belonged to a good cat who actually cared. Not that there were good or bad, only different shades of gray. Even so, I believed, no, I certainly knew I was a pretty dark shade of gray. Middle or light didn't kill cats because they felt like it, because they wanted practice, like I, Coldblooded Sin. Those actually gave some kind of care for the cats they fought, only fought those who were hostile and needed to be attacked. They never killed in cold blood like I, Sin. Mud squished against my paws, one of the only patches that broke below my weight. Everything else was completely frozen over and covered with snow. The marsh lacked trees, so as I scanned the territory, I didn't see many cats, unfortunately. It looked more like an arctic wasteland than a wet and marshy territory. It was quiet. Hopefully those clans were still here. Though maybe that clan of small cats across the way would be out, hunting or something. If they were still around like the other clan. They were fun to chase after, I recalled, and they weren't very good fighters, so if you could catch one, it would be an easy kill. Like hunting a rabbit. They did strikingly resemble rabbits, actually. Same build. But I'd search around here for a little before even thinking of going over there, on the flat moor I was close to now. This marsh, however, was a vast territory. There had to be someone's neck to snap around here, someone to tease, someone to torture. I knew that there were cats here now, as my nose filled with fresh scents of the same cats. I flicked my long black tail, and started to trot at a good pace towards where I could smell the clan scent gathering, around the middle of the territory, around a few trees and dead bushes, or bushes that lost their leaves in the winter. I'd just check in on them, examine them. Then I'd strike later on for the kill. Whatever the case, if I was to see a lone female, I'd see to it she had my kits one day. I had no quarrel with a she-cat's heritage as far as that went. Any mature she-cat was good for that task. I padded on, garbage behind me. This was going to be fun, I was coming back, and I was going to explore more places than I did before. I wonder if they missed good ol' Sin?

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