I found a great website that fights writer's block; I used it just now, and suggest that all of you try it.
Fairy, I'm sure that everyone here can do that if they want to -- I just get carried away by the length of my posts at times. . . Not that I don't appreciate it; I do, of course! But I just don't quite agree.))
Gathering
~Stormpaw~
I watched silently as ever when the Gathering was adjourned by Skystar, as it often was. "This Gathering has now come to a close. The next full moon beckons." Her words had aquired the faint, telltale monotone that indicated that she was channeling StarClan; even if I couldn't tell that due to my close proximity to her, I would likely have inferred anyway -- only our warrior ancestors could be the cause behind the AirClan leader's utterance of such a puerile phrase. I could tell Skystar was feeling slightly more sour because of this, but otherwise she didn't seem to mind. My slender shoulders rippled in a startled spasm and I ducked my head instinctively when the hollow erupted into mews and hollers that pierced my unsuspecting eardrums like claws. After a few moments, when I had become accustomed to the noise, I pried my eyelids open and roused myself to my paws. The other cats on Centertree were doing the same and preparing themselves to assemble their cats in order to make the journey back to their territories. Home. The thought assuaged me, yet it simultaneously unsettled me for some reason.
Would I be haunted by dreams and nightmares of the other apprentices and kits who would not make it out of this deadly battle with DarkClan alive? Or even the warriors, who stood a better chance than any of the other chosen cats, yet were at the same time just as likely to find their demise at the jaws of our mindless enemies? I didn't know. I didn't understan StarClan's notions. Was it really wise to send mere kits and apprentices directly to the front line? Sense told me not, but I didn't dare acknowledge that in fear of questioning StarClan openly and being reprimanded for my thoughts. They were quite unlike those of a loyal medicine cat apprentice, and I felt as though I were keeping a secret by hiding them. But that idea was preposterous. . . Was it? My mind running off on a tangent once again, I was broken out of it when a warm body much larger than mine accidentally jostled into me by accident and I was forced back into reality. I bared my teeth in terror as my body was toppled over toward the ledge, which suspended steeply into thin air over the mass of writhing bodies below. My eyes becoming as wide as the full moon hanging in the sky far beyond reach, I braced myself and dug my claws into the rough, unyielding bark that scraped by pads as I fought gravity and held on for dear life. Anchored on the very edge, frantic heartbeats passed by and I slowly wrenched my eyes open to stare up at the outreaching branches of Centertree. I was aware of an intesifying, searing pain in my claws due to my full body weight being supported by them, albeit barely so. Inhaling sharply, I heaved myself up; scrabbling for a decent hold on the blackened wood while my fall that never was went unnoticed. Centertree was nearly devoid of any other cats by now, for they were all climbing back down to the vast crowd below. I was far too daunted by my recent experience with fright to peer over the edge in order to look for my mentor, so I simply assumed that Heathersong was picking her way down the great oak tree accompanied by Dawnstar.
Shutting my eyes to the brink of pain, I began my descent by stepping off the platform onto the interwoven branches that encompassed Centertree. After a few unsteady steps, I realized that this was an incredibly unclever method of reaching the sandy floor of the depression alive. Pausing momentarily pressed against the towering trunk, I obliged myself to open my eyes one at a time and continued. My head spun at first, but I made sure my paws kept moving until I reached the end. The way my muscles tensed and screeched at me to stop as well as the consistent fear of slipping and tumbling to my imminent doom, I figured that I would have a fear of heights for the remainder of my life -- or, at least for several moons yet. What a wonderful phobia for a LeafClan cat! I thought bitterly, not registering the fact that I was now padding on solid ground. This was only realized when I nearly walked right into a young tabby around my age and had to veer violently to the left so as to avoid a collision. "Sorry, wasn't paying attention. . ." I mumbled drowsily but humbly to the other cat, a tom wreathed with EarthClan scent. I raised my face apologetically, and that's when our eyes met.
((Pfft -- cheesy much? X3 I was never good at these romantic introduction things. . . Oh, and the website I used is called 750words. It does more than word count alone, and is really cool not to mention eerily accurate. . . o.o" You'll see what I mean if you use it. ;3
Oh, and I love your new characters, as always, Fairy~ ^-^))
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