Olivia

History
I trust the shadows. Not because they hide me from those who wish me harm, but because they hide something in them; something far worse then I could ever be.
Something that is mine. Mine to tell what to do. Mine to tell when to kill.
But I swear he wants to kill me.
So it wasn't hard to guess who pushed me of the roof.
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"Well," chuckles the shadow cat. "This is indeed a problem; is it not?"
I was hanging from the roof by one brown paw, my firm, strong, sweat covered claws digging into the shingles. My body swung slowly left and right, making the world spin before my eyes. I was perspiring heavily and my breath rang in my ears only a little louder then my heartbeat.
The shingles felt like the sand on the shores of the town's beach. They were hard to grip and my claws were barely holding on. I was terrified that I would lose my hold on the roof and plummet the many tree lengths down. But it wasn't the fall that scared me; it was what was waiting afterward.
I could hear the jeers even from up on the rooftop. The gathering of cats far below looked up with cruel hope, waiting for me to fall so they could get a chance to finish me. I would have yelled at them, I was their leader, their ruler. They were normals. I was a paranormal, I was more intelligent then them, faster then them, stronger then them, better in every way to them. Yet they wished to overthrow me, wished to hurt me. They would pay when I got off this roof.
I felt my claws slip a degree and it made a harsh scrapping sound against the hard slating. My breath started to come in huffing gasps. The shadow cat sat perched on the lip of the roof, grinning at me, his glowing yellow eyes mocking me with drollest mirth. A small growl escaped my mouth and I waved the forepaw not hanging on to the edge at him, hoping, that for once, I will be able to touch his worthless hide.
The shadow laughs, his head bent back, the shadowy tendrils that make up his body swirl around like mist and it makes hypnotic whorls of black, gray, and deep purple. My paw sails through him and I overbalance.
My claws give a long, drown out screech as they are pulled off of the roofing. Gravity takes me from there and I make a last futile grab for the side of the building. Many tree lengths below the crowd cheers as my body plunges down to their waiting claws. I hear their cries of joy as I rush headlong for the ground. My tail whips out behind me like a gray banner and my amber eyes are closed, waiting for the bone shaking collision, and then the rebel cat's blows.
It never happens; the rushing plunge downwards is stopped with icy teeth closing around my tail. A sharp, burning ache scorches down my tail's length. It hurts so bad it was as if I had just stuck it into acid. I don't know whether I screamed or not; I also couldn't say what the crowd did. All I know is I blacked out as quickly as my body would allow. It still didn't stop the pain.
Maybe, I thought, dreamily, the pain induced sleep making my head swim. I'm dead and I don't have to face the conquered citizens of Seaside. I was the one to conquer them, right? I think I did. Ha, ha, boy, am I going to wake up with a bump. I just have to hit the ground, then it's bye-bye Oliva, and hello uprising.
As I woke up, my soft head really couldn't blame Marick for joining them, they were slowly growing more powerful every day, maybe more powerful then me.
I couldn't believe I had just thought that, maybe I had hit my head really hard. Maybe I was dead then I wouldn't have to kill myself for even thinking something remotely forgiving about Marick.
A voice screamed in my ear and I couldn't hear the words over the buzzing in my brain. I didn't have the strength to cover my ears, plus, I still felt like I was hovering halfway down the building. My eyes felt glued shut and I would rather have eaten carrion then open them. I felt it might break whatever spell was keeping me from hitting the ground if I did. The voice didn't like that, it screamed again and this time I made out the words. My ears weren't the only thing that felt numb; I couldn't feel my tail either.
"OLIVA P. MORGAN! OPEN YOUR EYES THIS MINUTE!" shouted Marick.
I hated her more, in that second, then I had ever had my very short period of life away from my "sister". That's what Seaside was calling me, Marick, and Will. That's when I noticed something in my head didn't feel right, like I was forgetting something... Oh, Starclan.
Slowly, I opened one amber eye; then closed it very fast because I was still hundreds of feet in the air. Why did I suddenly have such a fear of heights?
Well, said a little voice inside my head. It sounded annoyingly and agonizingly like Will's voice. Maybe it's because you've been having a lot f life threatening adventures up on roofs, on cliff edges, and on the sides of deep pits. Maybe it's time you started reviewing your life choices. How about a nice, safe hunting job. Don't get very many cliffs in the forest. Or roofs. In fact, after this why don't you think about getting a safe job like that.
"If I get out of this without having to talk to that mob down there," I muttered, too low for anyone to hear over the wind. "I might even consider nursery duties."
I slowly felt my body rise, but I still didn't feel anything in my tail. It was like it was still there and I could still move it, like I could just twitch the right muscles and it would lengthen, or wrap around something. But I had a gloomy suspicion that I wouldn't be using it anytime soon. Maybe never again.
my flank scraped on the tiling of the roof as I was dragged and I flinched which added my skinned right side to my growing list of aches and pains. My cheek was cut on the edge of the roof and blood dripped from the abrasion onto my lips. The salty taste woke me up a little and bile rose in my throat with protest.
Now that I wasn't hanging off a side of the building, I was a tad more willing to open my eyes.
Funny, really, I should have known it wasn't Marick.
It was Will.