Post by » Sacrifice on Jul 10, 2009 15:51:25 GMT -5
There was a certain amount of evil in every being; should it be in the tips of their tail, to so consuming that it drove them to insanity as they tried to quench the need for misery, for pain, and for eternal suffering. Some thought that darkness should be erased, to be forgotten, and to be driven away, so only cats of the light remained. There was a major flaw with that plan though; for if there were no ones to be called evil, then how could one be called good? Without someone to pit yourself against, there was nothing, and the world would fall into shambles before the very eyes of those who had dared to chase away the darkness, thinking only of the present and not of the future. Nevermind the fact that darkness never dies; it just comes back stronger then before. The same thing was with the light cats though; neither could survive without the other, no matter what thoughts there were against each other. It was basically a Yin and Yang type of thing. And how could you tell if someone was light or dark, when they could so easily be hiding their true emotions from you?
Sitting in the sand, unseen by nearly all due to his mottled grey pelt and eyes, the young kit of Darkstar and Teargale only watched as others made their way about the camp, his light colored eyes disturbingly focused for a kit, and with a faint glimmer of something he was trying to hide, and for the most part, it was. Just that glimmer was visible, but even then, it was enough to make one a bit uneasy around the tom; as it always had. Even when he was younger, Cobrakit had managed to spook most of the queens as he studied their kits with a cool grace, and more then once, had been asked, no, demanded, to go outside and play; he was to big to mess around with their small kits. It was then he had turned his charm on, manipulating them with his smooth voice, assuring them he was only curious about the kits, and leaving the queens wondering why they had ordered him out in the first place. For, when he turned that charm on, there was no stopping the young tom, already he could send someone on a ride without even trying; he would be a force to reckon with once he got older.
For now though, he was stuck. With a leader for a father, and Teargale as a mother, there was almost no freedom here, no chance to escape and venture where he wasn't suppose to be, although that was often highly overdone. For now, he was just waiting with a suprisngly high amount of patience for his time to come, when he would be able to escape without notice, maybe when he was an apprentice he would be able to escape outside, when someone could think that he may just be out hunting. For now, he had to look cute and kit-like, something that was proving more difficult then thought as Cobrakit's ever sharp mind clicked across several ways cats could just fix things, about what was wrong with them, and their strong and weak points. Little did he know that he was exactly like Darkstar's dead brother Lostcanvas; who had been killed because of what he knew about cats when he just glanced at them. Cobrakit had something that Darkstar's brother hadn't had though. Something that could quite possibly save his life one day; his coloring.
Lostcanvas had a bizzare pelt color, making him stand out in any crowd, while Cobrakit, at least here, could easily become part of the land, like he was now. Thanks to his mottled grey pelt and light grey eyes, there was no finding him unless he moved, or chose to be found. Like now, when he picked himself up from where he had been crouched, moving over to select a small mouse from the fresh kill pile. Eating in quick, rapid bites, the mouse was soon gone, and all he could do was sit beside the nursery, still thinking about how he could escape from here without getting caught; even though he knew it would be impossible. Still though, hope often sprang from small places, and he couldn't help but wonder. Still though, thoughts from earlier flashed across his mind, and Cobrakit was quick to throw the dark thoughts from his current mind; saving them for later when he would need them. For now though, he was going to wait and watch, wondering what warrior he would get for his mentor, and keeping an ear out for his siblings. It was all part of the game called life.
