by CharyouTree » Sun May 22, 2011 10:48 am
Cedarpaw trotted out of camp to hunt a little on his own. The clearing, no, new territory, still lingered in his mind, and he decided he'd visit there before he got back. He flickered his ears, hearing a faint rustling behind a rotting log. Adrenaline rushing through his veins, the little cat sprang over the log, expecting to have a rabbit in his paws, and instead landed on a much larger cat. The apprentice had stumbled upon a loner.

"Open your blessed wings
And wrap them around all your things
Keep yourself in the company of kings
Cause it's their hands that bleed from the strings"
My first thought was, he lied in every word
That hoary cripple, with malicious eye
Askance to watch the working of his lie
On mine, and mouth scarce able to afford
Suppression of the glee that pursed and scored
Its edge at one more victim gained thereby.