Post by Lionhearted on Jul 19, 2015 22:11:02 GMT -5
Tagged: Midnight
The ginger-and-white deputy made a circle around the camp, giving each den a quick peek to make sure everything was in order. Thrushleap had planned to go to StarClan to ask for some help; Cedarpaw was strangely idle, as was Fangstar; so far, Thrushleap didn't have the time nor comfort to pry. He wished Frostberry, the darn tom, wouldn't wake up to find the deputy missing, and somehow usurp the Clan. He gave a small sigh, gazed at his Clan once more, and headed out.
It was a clear night, and the stars seemed to shine cheerfully. He paused, recalling the path in his head briefly. He traversed the tall grass, and raced up the slope, relishing the breeze blowing against his fur. He stopped, and slunk along the border, disappearing into the bushes, but having to cross StormClan territory nonetheless. but it would've been better if no one saw him at all; he still had to keep WhisperClan looking strong. This was going to be a secret trip.
Following the river, he walked on, determined not to hunt. He had not wanted to chew up the travelling herbs without Cedarpaw's consent and guidance. His stomach rumbled, but he pushed on silently, now out of Clan territory. He stopped to drink and rest, his eyes sliding a bit. It was, at regular pace, a day's trip; however, he had walked and ran, and he could tell that he was almost there.
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The Skyfield was up ahead, and the large crystal's light illuminated the grass within a 20-yard radius, bathing them in a sort of holy light. Thrushleap swallowed, and headed quickly towards the center.
The crystal still have him a bit of fear. It was just a rock; but at the same time, it wasn't as simple as that. The crystal held thr connection between the living and dead. It was the link to the stars. He could already feel the powerful pull, and his eye lids willingly drooped. He almost stumbled towards the crystal, collapsed on the side of it, his energy spent. He closed his eyes, and a while later, opened them...
The ginger-and-white deputy made a circle around the camp, giving each den a quick peek to make sure everything was in order. Thrushleap had planned to go to StarClan to ask for some help; Cedarpaw was strangely idle, as was Fangstar; so far, Thrushleap didn't have the time nor comfort to pry. He wished Frostberry, the darn tom, wouldn't wake up to find the deputy missing, and somehow usurp the Clan. He gave a small sigh, gazed at his Clan once more, and headed out.
It was a clear night, and the stars seemed to shine cheerfully. He paused, recalling the path in his head briefly. He traversed the tall grass, and raced up the slope, relishing the breeze blowing against his fur. He stopped, and slunk along the border, disappearing into the bushes, but having to cross StormClan territory nonetheless. but it would've been better if no one saw him at all; he still had to keep WhisperClan looking strong. This was going to be a secret trip.
Following the river, he walked on, determined not to hunt. He had not wanted to chew up the travelling herbs without Cedarpaw's consent and guidance. His stomach rumbled, but he pushed on silently, now out of Clan territory. He stopped to drink and rest, his eyes sliding a bit. It was, at regular pace, a day's trip; however, he had walked and ran, and he could tell that he was almost there.
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The Skyfield was up ahead, and the large crystal's light illuminated the grass within a 20-yard radius, bathing them in a sort of holy light. Thrushleap swallowed, and headed quickly towards the center.
The crystal still have him a bit of fear. It was just a rock; but at the same time, it wasn't as simple as that. The crystal held thr connection between the living and dead. It was the link to the stars. He could already feel the powerful pull, and his eye lids willingly drooped. He almost stumbled towards the crystal, collapsed on the side of it, his energy spent. He closed his eyes, and a while later, opened them...