Post by ℓυиαя on Dec 31, 2014 20:13:17 GMT -5
This had to be one of her favorite places.
The setting sun still throwing light off the sand and the protective shelter of the suncavern. It was where both warmth and cold, both light and darkness resided together.
Those contrasting elements created a calming atmosphere that the newly appointed deputy of Sunsetclan needed right now. It had only been a few sunrises since her appointment and acceptance of the deputy position and her mind was all over the place, her thoughts scattered, emotions rampant. She had accepted the position off the strength that Sandstrike gave her but now she had so many questions that she didn't know the answer to. Vineheart was known for her kind and trusting nature but those that really knew her, knew a determined streak ran through her gentle nature.
She knew, as scared and unsure as she was, that she would carry through with this no matter what opposed her.
For the young tabby everything was happening at once. Her run in with a loner had left terrible crevices down her once pretty face, yet it was her eyes that made her seem older than her 20 moons. Padding into the entrance of the cavern, Vineheart made sure it was empty of young two legs and settled at the mouth. She had come at this time as it was a popular attraction, not only for the cats of Sunsetclan, but also for two-legs which didn't bode well. She came here often enough to know when to not. Curling her tail around her paws as she sat on the soft sand, Vineheart looked out into the horizon with golden eyes, contemplating her future and that of her clan.
The setting sun still throwing light off the sand and the protective shelter of the suncavern. It was where both warmth and cold, both light and darkness resided together.
Those contrasting elements created a calming atmosphere that the newly appointed deputy of Sunsetclan needed right now. It had only been a few sunrises since her appointment and acceptance of the deputy position and her mind was all over the place, her thoughts scattered, emotions rampant. She had accepted the position off the strength that Sandstrike gave her but now she had so many questions that she didn't know the answer to. Vineheart was known for her kind and trusting nature but those that really knew her, knew a determined streak ran through her gentle nature.
She knew, as scared and unsure as she was, that she would carry through with this no matter what opposed her.
For the young tabby everything was happening at once. Her run in with a loner had left terrible crevices down her once pretty face, yet it was her eyes that made her seem older than her 20 moons. Padding into the entrance of the cavern, Vineheart made sure it was empty of young two legs and settled at the mouth. She had come at this time as it was a popular attraction, not only for the cats of Sunsetclan, but also for two-legs which didn't bode well. She came here often enough to know when to not. Curling her tail around her paws as she sat on the soft sand, Vineheart looked out into the horizon with golden eyes, contemplating her future and that of her clan.