Post by Stormy on Oct 28, 2008 18:23:31 GMT -5
((Hope this isn't too much))
Cold, it was a simple would with the same intensity as fire. It bit at one’s flesh and could stop a cat in his tracks. There was no such thing as time during the cold either, and would it matter once your body went numb? Greenleaf had come upon the land, and warm as it was, the nights were just as cold. Vegetation froze, icing over with death’s tears. Only the strongest could survive here, could even consider loving it here. Shadowclan was home, though it was rough. No one could know that as much as the clan’s Deputy.
Raindancer knew she was awake from her dream because of the difference from one world to the next. Just a moment before, the white cat had been chasing prey in a warm field with tall grass. She glowed in her own way, and wasn’t even the fondest of fighting. Now she was in someplace dark, shivering, with her back pressed up against a rock that kept most of the night’s wind at bay. Deciding that now was better that later, the she-cat pushed herself up in a sitting position and shook our any moss that hung to her pelt. A quick yawn and Raindancer was ready for a new day. She left her small nest, away from the rest of the warriors due to her claustrophobia, and sat herself upon a rock starting to warm up from the slivers of sunlight catching through the trees.
‘I should go hunting and catch me a good mouse before the rest of the clan awakes.’ It wasn’t that Raindancer was calling her clan over eaters, she was Shadowclan’s Deputy, there was plenty going on already that needed to be taken care of. Yawning once again, the hunting though crossed her mind once again before the small she-cat decided to ignore it for a moment longer in the warm sun.
Cold, it was a simple would with the same intensity as fire. It bit at one’s flesh and could stop a cat in his tracks. There was no such thing as time during the cold either, and would it matter once your body went numb? Greenleaf had come upon the land, and warm as it was, the nights were just as cold. Vegetation froze, icing over with death’s tears. Only the strongest could survive here, could even consider loving it here. Shadowclan was home, though it was rough. No one could know that as much as the clan’s Deputy.
Raindancer knew she was awake from her dream because of the difference from one world to the next. Just a moment before, the white cat had been chasing prey in a warm field with tall grass. She glowed in her own way, and wasn’t even the fondest of fighting. Now she was in someplace dark, shivering, with her back pressed up against a rock that kept most of the night’s wind at bay. Deciding that now was better that later, the she-cat pushed herself up in a sitting position and shook our any moss that hung to her pelt. A quick yawn and Raindancer was ready for a new day. She left her small nest, away from the rest of the warriors due to her claustrophobia, and sat herself upon a rock starting to warm up from the slivers of sunlight catching through the trees.
‘I should go hunting and catch me a good mouse before the rest of the clan awakes.’ It wasn’t that Raindancer was calling her clan over eaters, she was Shadowclan’s Deputy, there was plenty going on already that needed to be taken care of. Yawning once again, the hunting though crossed her mind once again before the small she-cat decided to ignore it for a moment longer in the warm sun.
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