July 31, 2011 - 12:24am — BrownChocolateWolf
Waterstar never got near the pond.
Only to drink.
She never got close to the river, or the Crying Idol.
She stayed far from any water, even De Drinkplatts.
She would rather hang out in the Birch Forest, or the Ruins. No matter how much she was talked into doing it, she would not go to the pond just for a swim.
But this night, when all the other deer were asleep, Waterstar stared at the stars and the moon in the reflection. She listened for any deer coming, any thing coming at her. So far she only heard the soft sound of deer sleeping.
The cat-deer hyrbid waded out in the water, letting the water reach over her paws. She never went too deep, always afraid.
And she stared at the water, her only eye sparkeling as she felt the water rush between her toes.
From higher ground, across
There was something distinctly feline about this deer, and that brought the possibility of predatory instinct. A promise of danger to the deer who lived here. A breeze flowed across his scales, fluttering his feathers, before whispering out the snarl of his mask.
The wind would carry his scent to the creature below. His presence here would carry a message;
He would watch and judge.
As Waterstar stared at the
She was not alone.
She normally wouldn't turn around in look, but she always seemed more different near water. She turned around, hissing, expecting to see a familiar face. She arched her body and hissed, the burnt fur on her back rising. Ge- She began, until she realized this was not who she thought she was.
She calmed down, although the fur on her back was still standing up. She ran out of the water, now fearing it again.
I-I'm sorry, I thought you were someone else. She said gentley, at the odd creature. Compared to this deer's size, Waterstar felt so tiny. ...I'm Waterstar. She said, friendly. She bowed, meowing a greeting. May I ask your name? She mewed.
Closing some of the distance
"My name is Queze." He dipped into his own bow, eyes never leaving Waterstar's own. "What are you?" He was curt, more than a little cold. He obviously still questioned if the hybrid was dangerous to any of the others.
My name is Queze. What are
Waterstar somewhat found the question a little rude, however she understood completely; she was weird looking.
I don't really know. Half Whitetail deer. Half Domesticated Shorthaired Feline. Waterstar replied. She sat down and licked one of her burnt paws, using her wet paw to clean behind her large ear.
I look weird, don't I?She said, looking at her burns and scars.
Nodding, Queze hid his
Seeming to have come to some unspoken conclusion, Queze visibly relaxes. The tendons in his shoulders unclench and he takes on a less defensive stance. "I was short with you because I was not sure if you were here to hunt, but you are small and I do not think you will give much trouble here." Remembering something she had said earlier he adds; "I am sorry if I have intruded. You said you had been expecting someone else."
Well... I wasn't exactly
Eh, you do not have to worry about me. I'm way to small to hunt any deer here, even the other minis. Waterstar was able to eat mini fawns, however she would never kill an innocent fawn unless she had too.
I am Ombnivore though, and I prefer meat rather than grass. I'll just eat the mice and squirrels and rabbits, perhaps a frog or crow to top it off. Waterstar said, hungrily. She couldn't help but lick her lips and drool like a dog, yearning to sink her teeth into mice guts. Disgusting, but she was feline, she couldn't help it.
That's alright, you didn't intrude. Who I was "expecting", I probably wouldn't seem 'em here. You wouldn't understand... Waterstar mewed, her right eye sparkleing.
He listened to all of her
Content with his appraisal, he bows against and turns to leave. "I hope you meet with them some day."
You must be thinking of those
Waterstar fur started to rise up again. A quiet growl came from her throat, her eye slits decreasing in size so much they just looked like small, paper thin lines. You shouldn't hope I meet them. I hope I never meet them. And if I do, I'll rip them into shreds and watch them burn in The Place of no Stars. She hissed, claws unsheathing as if she were staring at them right there.
He watches the angry display
Waterstar was still furious,
The Place of no Stars... the opposite of Starclan. Starclan is a wonderful place that you will go when you die. It is a wide, open field with a perfect view of the stars. You run around with your loved ones and play in the fields forever. In The Place of no Stars, it is a dark, creepy forest, with no stars in view. You cannot be with your loved ones, you must walk though the dark forest alone. Cats who made crimes will probably end up there. Waterstar explained.
I think they are similar to what you deer would call "Heaven and Hell".
He listened intently, nodding
He says no more and seems intent to let you finish your pond visit alone. He bows once more then walks off into the trees; it seems Queze has sated his curiosity for the time being.
Waterstar was somewhat