Post by shadowfang on Dec 6, 2005 16:02:27 GMT -5
It was bright and sunny. Not a day for a death. That was what she thought. Littlepaw walked merrily across the bright stream, white paws splashing in the crystal stream. She lapped up some water with a pink tongue when she heard what sounded like a faraway shriek. And then a thump. Confused, she padded over across the stream, to the bank on the other side.
She screamed. Her mother, crushed, under a boulder. Her eyes were glazed, her mouth still opened, jaw dropped, as if to scream.
Littlepaw's green eyes flew open, letting out a scream. The dream- it seemed too real. Her mother's death. her nightmare she's had for a while. Her brown fur trembled as she curled up, trying to forget it.
But she couldn't.
She screamed. Her mother, crushed, under a boulder. Her eyes were glazed, her mouth still opened, jaw dropped, as if to scream.
Littlepaw's green eyes flew open, letting out a scream. The dream- it seemed too real. Her mother's death. her nightmare she's had for a while. Her brown fur trembled as she curled up, trying to forget it.
But she couldn't.