Ritardando

ritardando

noun; a gradual decrease in tempo.

fic by stork

one - introduction
You already know who I am.

You may not know what my history is, or what I went through.

But you know who I am, because you know who Talon is.

You don't know what happened.

You don't understand me.

two - love
The first time I saw Talon, it was when Rowanpaw vanished.

Rowanpaw was my brother. We were the closest we could be; he was cinnamon brown and I was brown tabby. When we were kits, he told me that he'd never leave me to fend for myself. He said he'd always be there.

But when Talon came, it all changed.

I watched Talon's eyes stare at us both. Her eyes darted once over me, then over Rowanpaw. My brother growled at her, unafraid of anything... and she simply grabbed him.

He went limp under her claws, and she simply sighed and stared at me, but didn't react. He wasn't dead, but he would be - everyone knew that if Talon came with her minions - Gar and the two falcons, Chomp and Scrunch - you were going to be dead within two days.

Neither of the falcons were there, but Gar was. He took a single look at my Clan's deputy and grabbed her.

That day, I watched Gar turn her neck to the side. The worst part was that she didn't bother to fight back.

He let go of her, and nodded at Talon.

They took Rowanpaw.