The Cliff

For Zaffie's contest!-- Leopardkit SunClan Forever! 23:42, November 11, 2010 (UTC)

Prologe
They called it The Cliff. The place where all whom had given up always found a home. Or a quiet, slow death. But that's what they wanted. An end to what they had seen, experience, done. Some were outcasts, some where spoiled and demeaning. Others, well, some didn't know why they were here. But, they always ended up at The Cliff.

Some cats thought it wasn't real. A place to scare kits with. Some cats believed it was there. Others didn't know what this mysterious place was. But it was there. But only for those who didn't want it.

The Cliff was really a plain, a frozen field. But towards the end of the snowy terrain, was a cliff, a drop towards a seemingly endless bottom, the ground hidden between the ever lasting misty fog. Some cats had jumped off, not wanting to remain in suck a hopeless place. Others had fallen, intend on hunting scrawny mice, or fighting over the warmest den. Many cold-hearted cats pushed off enemies when they weren't looking. It was just that; A fall. No scream, no wail of agony when you reach the bottom. That's it.

Unknown to new arrivals, many cats inhabit The Cliff. They don't make themselves noticeable, don't cause trouble. That was the unwritten rule in this lawless land. The cats quietly lived their lives, hunting alone, not meeting the others around. Except for the ones who defied the law.

The survivors lived in an stone cave, with a line of paw prints leading up from it. Oddly, only these prints didn't dissapear in the snow. Perhaps it was because, in this strange land, these cats were so different, nature's forces wouldn't cover them. The cats had a kind of aura around them; with lively spirits, emotions of all kinds. They didn't have the same sunken eyes as the normal cats, the feelings of numbness they felt. These cats alone stood a chance of living. They wouldn't end up as the bony skeletons covered in flurring snow outside. They were real in this land of dream.