Random Short Stories

Echocry's eyes burned with an amber glow, her sleek fur shimmering like midnight silk. She was a seasoned warrior, having fought countless battles in the feral underworld.

Her brother, on the other hand, possessed a wild and untamed spirit. His coat, a vibrant tapestry of fiery orange and ebony, matched his fiery temperament. He was a formidable foe, claws razor-sharp and teeth honed like daggers.

Fallowrose had her pinned to the ground, clawed paw on her throat. "You really never do think before you jump into your rash decisions, do you?" He snarled.

Echocry's eyes blazed, and she shoved Fallowrose off with a bite to his previously wounded shoulder. Her younger brother stumbled back with a snarl, throwing his head back and hissing furiously.

Echocry's pelt was puffy, eyes sharpened. "You would know a thing or two about thinking without acting!" She accused angrily, and Fallowrose scoffed with a sneer.

"I would, would I? At least I was not the one that attacked a cat in their own territory over losing a childish fight during a gathering!" He spat back furiously.

Without giving Echocry any time to come up with something to respond he tackled her to the ground and dug his paws into his sister's chest, twisting his claws into the flesh where her neck met her shoulder.

"I did not LOSE!" Shouts Echocry, her voice strained in pain, and Fallowrose glared firmly at her. "You sure didn't win!" He counters spitefully.

Echocry snarled and kicked him off, and the siblings continued to roll around in the grass, tufts of their matching-colored pelts flying around.

The younger of the two didn't spare a thought, instead scruffing his sister with sharp teeth, yanking the she-cat upward to scrape his claws down her stomach, blood spilling into the grass below them.

Echocry choked, pushing Fallowrose off with a strangled snarl. She weakly staggered to her paws, attempting to regain her balance, only able to muster a weak scowl in Fallowrose's direction.

"If it weren't for you and your stupid friends-" she attempted to argue, but her younger brother's eyes blazed furiously. He didn't allow Echocry to continue, leaping behind her and locking his jaw on her hind foot.

He dug his bloody claws into the grassy terrain beneath him before swinging around and throwing her to the ground with a hard crash. His chest heaved, fur uneven, paws trembling, but he didn't relent.

Echocry screeched in absolute agony as her body connected with the hard terrain, sharp jolts of agony shooting through her head, spine and the paw her brother had locked his jaws into.

Fallowrose stalked toward his sister baring his teeth as though a dog would- lips pulled back and fangs on display. Echocry suppressed a flinch, using her forepaws to pull herself up shakily.

"I had nothing to do with Dartfringe's death," hisses Fallowrose, eyes dark with malice. "You are a true idiot if you think so. Though I wouldn't put it past you."

That set Echocry off, and she craned her neck within seconds, teeth coming down hard on the jugular of her brother's throat with the intent of ripping it out.

He was able to pull away, but it left a sizable tear in his pelt, the area around the wound already matting with blood. It was the only serious injury he had, thankfully.

Fallowrose knew his sister would ignore all of her wounds. She would forever never able to understand how critical some conditions were.

"You and the whole stupid colony have RUINED my life these past moons!" Fallowrose snarled, and Echocry was unable to escape when her younger brother cornered her, making it impossible to escape.

She was suddenly aware of three more presences around her, and to her terror, all three of her brother's friends, Crashtail, Shortspark and Glacewhisker had joined him in cornering her, expressions grim.

"You ruined my warriors ceremony, and every single gathering I have ever gone to, telling every other apprentice how 'humiliating' I was." He stalked closer, his teeth a mere two inches away from his sister's throat.

"You framed me for everything and made mother and father think I was a traitor. You took everything I had away from me to add it to your collection, because you apparently deserved all the attention in the world."

"No one believed me when I tried to speak out." He hissed, bright eyes sparkling with a manic rage, "and now, no one will believe you now that you're going to be dead."

He glared at her with flaming eyes. "What was it you said last time, dear sister," he snarled. "Was it something along the lines of me having no important voice so I could never lead the Colony?"

Echocry couldn't speak, eyes bulging in terror as her brother moved his gaze down to her throat. "Well, let's see how you'll lead the pathetic colony without the ability to speak."

With that, he lunged forth and locked his teeth into her throat. Echocry spasmed, gurgling out a plea that met deaf ears, struggling to hold on to life as she clawed frantically at her brother's pelt.

It did nothing as he only crunched down further, his teeth sinking through flesh until it eventually hit bone. It was only then he lurched his head upwards, tearing through the flesh hard.

The pain was unimaginable. Echocry released a bloodcurdling garbled scream as her younger brother tore out her throat, sending rivulets of crimson splattering all over her face and the grass around her.

As she lay gasping, she could only see Fallowrose glare down at her in disgust as he spat out the chunk of meat. Crashtail seemed satisfied, Shortspark looked disgusted and Glacewhisker just smirked.

"Now you can die here, alone and helpless for the buzzards to eat as their meal," sneered Fallowrose. "Hope you enjoyed your power while it lasted, because now you get to be alone just like I was."

With that, he delivered a final sharp blow to her face, his claws tearing through her eyes. Dark blood burbled from Echocry's maw as she tried to scream in pain from the wound, her flailing paws coming up to clutch her eyes.

The sounds of her brother and his friends' pawsteps began to fade, and the distant cacophony of caws coming from a murder of crows began to grow closer.

I can't die like this!

And yet, as the first black avian pecked harshly at her gaping wide wound, she found herself unable to move, unable to chase it away, unable to yowl in pain.

She was a leader fatally doomed to fall from the very start.