ಘ Sedgeflight ಘ
The patched tom sat on his haunches, away from the scorching sun, that shone down heating the ground. He hasn't been in the clan for a long time, when you think of it, he hasn't been in a clan except for this at all. Born to rouge parents he has learned to fend for himself, to find food and water for him and his sister, to scent danger when one is around. But now, in the safe enclosure of a clan he felt safer, and calmer. His gaze scanned the area, still in his habit to check for predators.
ಘ Robinpelt ಘ
The grey she-cat didn't bother to sit in one place. She was finally free to act, of course next to the obligations in the pack, and her brother's eyes. But for now she was content with chasing a colorful monarch butterfly, that flew steadily from flower to flower, searching the sweet nectar in it's veins. Her name was actually miss given towards her appearance, and even though trough her life time many have told her that she was able to change it, she kept it to herself, as a reminder of what she is. When she was born she was actually a light brown kitten with fading white under her chest, but as she grew older, she turned out to be a solid grey cat, with piercing blue eyes.
ಘ Duskpaw ಘ
She made a swift nod of her head, to show respect and acknowledgement, a quiet "Thank you" Before lowering her head once again and turning around to leave. She padded out of the camp area and into her own hiding place. The black she-cat was hidden from the rest of the clan, away in a small moss filled tree trunk, which she found one day investigating near the lake. Here she thought of her life, of what she is, and what she wants to be, here she forms her dreams, and worst fears, strengthens her skills, which she learned. She only came out during ceremonies, and other clan business she had to attend. The only reason she remained hidden in the forest's shadow, was that she was afraid. She has never learned to love, and that was what made her so though and unbreakable. She thought of love as a weakness as a void of one's heart, and not the filling as others said. This fears was mend by her family, the one that she never got to know and love, as all others did. Instead of care, she was left in the harsh conditions of the wild, to fend on herself, that was before an unknown cat took her in the clan and left before anyone saw her, after that Duskpaw was alone, alone to herself. Not that she was full of hatred, of sorrow, but yet just because she was afraid, afraid to care.
[Thank you
]
The patched tom sat on his haunches, away from the scorching sun, that shone down heating the ground. He hasn't been in the clan for a long time, when you think of it, he hasn't been in a clan except for this at all. Born to rouge parents he has learned to fend for himself, to find food and water for him and his sister, to scent danger when one is around. But now, in the safe enclosure of a clan he felt safer, and calmer. His gaze scanned the area, still in his habit to check for predators.
ಘ Robinpelt ಘ
The grey she-cat didn't bother to sit in one place. She was finally free to act, of course next to the obligations in the pack, and her brother's eyes. But for now she was content with chasing a colorful monarch butterfly, that flew steadily from flower to flower, searching the sweet nectar in it's veins. Her name was actually miss given towards her appearance, and even though trough her life time many have told her that she was able to change it, she kept it to herself, as a reminder of what she is. When she was born she was actually a light brown kitten with fading white under her chest, but as she grew older, she turned out to be a solid grey cat, with piercing blue eyes.
ಘ Duskpaw ಘ
She made a swift nod of her head, to show respect and acknowledgement, a quiet "Thank you" Before lowering her head once again and turning around to leave. She padded out of the camp area and into her own hiding place. The black she-cat was hidden from the rest of the clan, away in a small moss filled tree trunk, which she found one day investigating near the lake. Here she thought of her life, of what she is, and what she wants to be, here she forms her dreams, and worst fears, strengthens her skills, which she learned. She only came out during ceremonies, and other clan business she had to attend. The only reason she remained hidden in the forest's shadow, was that she was afraid. She has never learned to love, and that was what made her so though and unbreakable. She thought of love as a weakness as a void of one's heart, and not the filling as others said. This fears was mend by her family, the one that she never got to know and love, as all others did. Instead of care, she was left in the harsh conditions of the wild, to fend on herself, that was before an unknown cat took her in the clan and left before anyone saw her, after that Duskpaw was alone, alone to herself. Not that she was full of hatred, of sorrow, but yet just because she was afraid, afraid to care.
[Thank you
]
