Post by h a u n t m e on Dec 8, 2005 22:01:46 GMT -5
A cat stood on the soft grass. His long pelt whispered in the wind, and his paws shifted. His long fur fluttered, its gold’s and tawny’s forming patterns, not unlike those of the legendary Leopardclan. The black shapes, like ink bolts on a gilded canvas, shifted, black hairs in a sea of sun colored pelt. His wiry muscles held him up, his head and tail held high. The pelt and muscles that had pulled him through every season, and battles were well taken care of. He was a little scrawny, but as winter neared, that was to be expected.
The winds that ruffled through his pelt held stories of foreign lands and telling’s of the things to come. It bore the icy needles of leafbare, and the darts of hunger and sickness that raced after the coldest season. It bore the scents of the animals of the forest, which struggling to survive, fighting the traitor of an animal and the elements.
A single star shone through the clouded indigo sky. The deep blue, almost black, seemed taunting, as if saying how large it was. How not a single warrior could make a difference to it, and it would keep being through every second, until the end of time.
The warrior took no notice of the taunting sky, and his eyes squinted slightly against the frosty breeze. Those swirling eyes which held and kept secrets, some great and some small. He was supposed to be hunting, or patrolling, but something else was on his mind. Perhaps someone was a better word for what held the space in his thought.
He shook everything out of is mind. Indigowind padded forward, pushing through the bushes. Something tore at his pelt, and he glanced back at it. It was a rose. A delicate, frost covered rose, the delicate red swirls covered in icy patterns.
I’ll keep you my dirty little secret,
Dirty little secret,
Don’t tell anyone,
Or you’ll be just another regret,
Hope that you can keep it,
My dirty little secret,
Who has to know?
When we live such fragile lives,
This is the best way
We survive…
He shivered, again, pushing all thought out of his head. He padded on. He paused, near the border. He sat down, and licked his paws, hoping to warm them. A wind, carrying secrets, mysteries, stories, and more, whipped through the indigo sky.
The winds that ruffled through his pelt held stories of foreign lands and telling’s of the things to come. It bore the icy needles of leafbare, and the darts of hunger and sickness that raced after the coldest season. It bore the scents of the animals of the forest, which struggling to survive, fighting the traitor of an animal and the elements.
A single star shone through the clouded indigo sky. The deep blue, almost black, seemed taunting, as if saying how large it was. How not a single warrior could make a difference to it, and it would keep being through every second, until the end of time.
The warrior took no notice of the taunting sky, and his eyes squinted slightly against the frosty breeze. Those swirling eyes which held and kept secrets, some great and some small. He was supposed to be hunting, or patrolling, but something else was on his mind. Perhaps someone was a better word for what held the space in his thought.
He shook everything out of is mind. Indigowind padded forward, pushing through the bushes. Something tore at his pelt, and he glanced back at it. It was a rose. A delicate, frost covered rose, the delicate red swirls covered in icy patterns.
I’ll keep you my dirty little secret,
Dirty little secret,
Don’t tell anyone,
Or you’ll be just another regret,
Hope that you can keep it,
My dirty little secret,
Who has to know?
When we live such fragile lives,
This is the best way
We survive…
He shivered, again, pushing all thought out of his head. He padded on. He paused, near the border. He sat down, and licked his paws, hoping to warm them. A wind, carrying secrets, mysteries, stories, and more, whipped through the indigo sky.