Post by Deleted on May 1, 2015 18:00:17 GMT -5
Tags: Icestorm
Muse: Great
OOC: Here it is! -Russet is killing meh-
Words: 275
Vibrant grass greener than all the time he had lived stayed under his paws, the softest of consistency. Golden eyes stared ahead with almost a blankly happy manner, a type of manner that he had never had before. A scar ran across his neck, with a deep indention upon his throat from the vicious teeth of his killer. His ginger tabby fur lightly swayed in the gentle breeze that traveled across the beautiful landscape, from the forest to the open plains, with the bright sun peering above his head, as if watching what he would do. The two distinct yellow paws tapped the ground with only impatience, without the slightest remorse. All the young warrior's thoughts were focused upon one single thing, a thought that had sent him only of deep sorrow. A feeling he had felt for the longest time, that may have only been translated into days yet it felt like moons.
Dustpaw.
The apprentice he had felt for strongly for, before he had met his untimely demise, before he could ever even see her become a warrior, and he could confess his feelings. The feelings he had felt. Now he was trapped in the fields of Starclan, walking by himself without anyone to see him through, nor anyone to miss him. Yet, he felt something unsettle the air, one he felt whenever another Starclanner prepared to take upon their apprentice. With a jolt, Russetfern rushed through the vivid green terrain, his golden eyes searching frantically for the one he had missed the most, and for so very long.
Muse: Great
OOC: Here it is! -Russet is killing meh-
Words: 275
Vibrant grass greener than all the time he had lived stayed under his paws, the softest of consistency. Golden eyes stared ahead with almost a blankly happy manner, a type of manner that he had never had before. A scar ran across his neck, with a deep indention upon his throat from the vicious teeth of his killer. His ginger tabby fur lightly swayed in the gentle breeze that traveled across the beautiful landscape, from the forest to the open plains, with the bright sun peering above his head, as if watching what he would do. The two distinct yellow paws tapped the ground with only impatience, without the slightest remorse. All the young warrior's thoughts were focused upon one single thing, a thought that had sent him only of deep sorrow. A feeling he had felt for the longest time, that may have only been translated into days yet it felt like moons.
Dustpaw.
The apprentice he had felt for strongly for, before he had met his untimely demise, before he could ever even see her become a warrior, and he could confess his feelings. The feelings he had felt. Now he was trapped in the fields of Starclan, walking by himself without anyone to see him through, nor anyone to miss him. Yet, he felt something unsettle the air, one he felt whenever another Starclanner prepared to take upon their apprentice. With a jolt, Russetfern rushed through the vivid green terrain, his golden eyes searching frantically for the one he had missed the most, and for so very long.
