Four withe paws where flying over the gravel paths of St. Anthonie. Causing no sound. Like a shadow. This is her silent kingdom. The terretory of her and the cats of her Clan. Even though she has no own kits, Enigma feels like a careing and a rearing queen, when it comes to her warriors. Yeah. Sometimes it doesn't matter how old a cat is.
Then she stops. There was a well known sent, but... an new one was here as well. Enigma hid behind one slightly awry tombstone und watched. There were two humans. One, that the black and withe cat knew fore quite a while kow. A male, no longer a kit, but far from beeing a adult. Twoleg kits need a plenty of time, before they are fully grown. But there was an other human. A female the leader guessed. Her sent was finer than the one of the human, that Enigma knew. The boy brought food. He always brought good food. Not that slimey kittypet food. The cats of the CemeteryClan descided to call that particular human 'Black' because of his long black headfur und the black Coat he's wearing nearly all the time.
Enigma took a step closer and meowed. Immedeatly the boy turned to her and simled.
"So here you see her... the Queen of St. Antonies", he joked.
The Cat didn't understood one word he was talking.
"She's the Queen? Well have seen more beautifull cats here arround"
"You have only seen ONE other cat"
"Yeah, but that was pretier than her"
"Well she's not the Queen for bee'n pretty. The others seem to respect her."
Eniegma sat down with some space between her and the humans. Her green eyes lied suspicious on the girl, who atemted to come closer.
"Don't even think of touching her" He put a piece of meat on the ground an took a step back. "Even I am are not allowed to touch"
Enigma pulled back her lipps und let out a warning hiss. As the girl went back Enigma sent a blaming look to Black. What does the think, brining other humand with him? The Cat took the meat and run away. Well at least the meat came from him. So she could take it.
Tombclaw was sitting on an old oak at the middle of the graveyard. Between the roots of this tree, ther was the nursery of CemeteryClan. He looked out for crows. That ugly birds never get tired of getting a bite of their kits. And today one of their elders - Greyshade - died and those damed birds can't wait to taste his flesh. Tombclaw hated crows and ravens. He has seen, what this big featherballs can do to a cat. Greyshade himself has lost an eye, as he was a young warrior, and Tombclaws Mentor as well, while fighting one.
Thema: A tale of two Clans 
Do Mai 13, 2010 8:36 pm
