The Clan of Ominous Whispers History

The ominous forest darkened, as a stalwart brute leaned beside a twisted tree. He watched the sky as grey clouds, the color of the dull pebbles which lay beside the river, loomed over him. The nightly whispers of frigid winds sent a shiver down his spine. The brutes floccose grey, almost a light and silky silver, pelt swayed in the sudden gale of the strong breeze. His green eyes closed, as the breeze blew his ears south. White speckles lined his back, along with one of his emerald eyes. His long tail entwine around his speckled haunches of smokey grey. He yawned, the azure night holding the dazzling stars for him to see. He curled up against the large tree, larger than any cat could venture far enough to see. His eyes shut, complete darkness housing his gaze. He soon fell into a deep sleep, whispers falling into his ears. The certain ghostly meow hit him like frigid ice, it seemed familiar as a recurring dream. He couldn’t disclose her words, unable to know what her meow hinted at. The words blurred in his ears, the remembrance gone. The eerie mist covered the dim skies. He backed up, as he heard a sudden growl. He turned, fear invading his emerald gaze. A flash of orange, the color of flame flashed past his gaze. Bits of white covered the flash, as he formed the second of scanning this creature in his mind. ‘Obviously! A fox..’ He said to himself. The flame colored picture returned, leaping at him. It suddenly went dark, only the lurid color of black covering his gaze of emerald. He woke, to the sound of loud meows. His eyes instantly flew open, turning to the vigorous sound. The fox he had seen in his dream loomed above a cream - colored fae, as she cowered low to the ground, hissing at the large creature. He leapt forward in an instant, in intention to distract the fox. He landed on the masculine foxes back, scraping its neck with great strength. The fox shook his grip loose, as he was knocked out of total balance. He won his grip back, sinking his claws into the flame-colored fox. He gouged blood from the masculine creatures neck, letting it yowl from the sudden sting of growing pain. The cream colored cat leapt up, suddenly ripping into its lower neck. As she worked her way to its windpipe, he crawled farther up the wrestling fox’s neck, clawing its forehead. He ripped through the skin, the fox yowling, as it cascaded to the earth. He clawed his way to its skull, smashing a dent into the strong ossien. The fox struggled out from his claws reach. It ran, blood covering its body. It tripped on the way, but continued running afterwards. The masculine brute turned to the blood covered fae, her amber eyes raising slightly. “Are you okay?” He asked, a sudden liking taken to the creamy she cat. She nodded, not a word escaping her mouth. Her floccose fur blew slightly, during a growing silence. She let out a sudden meow. “You did great, that fox was miserable under your grip.” He purred in thanks, helping the fae up. “Who might you be?” He gazed at her, waiting for a response. “I’m Attis.” She meowed, in a slow, but smooth voice. “I’m Omen.” He spoke, focusing on the attractive fae. “Why were you here?” She asked, her head tilted in question. “I live here. This has been my home ever since..” She finished his sentence his ease, seeing the look of dismal in his eyes of emerald. “Your parents?” He nodded slowly, swallowing awkwardly. “Yes. They got attacked by a wolf, as I was out hunting for them. They were getting old anyways, perhaps it was meant by the great spirits.” She nodded. “The stars of the night, each is a cat whom left this earth to join the sky, to dance with the stars. They watch over each and every one of us. The descendants of the great mountain cats, whom started the greatly known groups. I do wonder where they ended up.” Her words dazzled him, his knowledge on the spirits growing. “Do tell me the story of these great cats, and these bedazzling stars.” He felt the need to learn more of these great spirits, from the glowing stars of the lurid night. “Well.. These spirits send dreams to cats in need. With omens and prophecies.” He remembered the whispers of the night, a sudden prophecy being said, at least possibly. He squinted, trying to remember the words. They were a complete blur. Attis told him the stories, fascinating him. They hunted, and ate as they spoke. Interest sparked his emerald eyes as they spoke of the stars, and the great mountain cats. She told him of lions, tigers, and leopards roaming the forests nearby. She told him of the sacred stone of the moon, which was underground, used by ancient cats of the clans long ago. They spoke till night, and eventually fell asleep. Attis curled up beside him, as he tightly shut his eyes, waiting to be sucked into the darkness of his dreams.
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