Post by Frost on Aug 21, 2015 22:15:30 GMT -5
Altaria
It was a shame, honestly. How only when every one was asleep and the sun was long gone did the earth really show it's true beauty. And a even bigger shame that no one ever really stops to admire it. Everything about this night was perfect. Every little last thing. How the moonlight shone down and reflected off the snow to the way the white power drifted down from the sky and onto the ground. but mostly, it was the sky. It was a ocean of bright stars and darkness. Not a cloud was in sight. Everything was still. Not a single sound was heard. Not the call of a bird, nor the chirp of a cricket. No animal was heard and no animal was seen. All except one.
Out in the middle of camp sat a single cat. To be exact, it was Thrushfire. He was just sitting there staring at the stars, deep in thought. His grey tabby fur was messy, unlike it's normally clean and smooth state. His face didn't really hold any certain emotion, but more like a mix of bunch. He just sat there, tail wrapped around his cold paws tightly and chin tilted up to the sky. His eyes explored the sky, looking at every star, wondering who was who. He didn't seem to have a care in the world. Some snow collected in Thrushfire's fur, but again, he didn't care at the moment. He was far too engrossed in the beauty that the night held. Plus, even if someone saw him they probably wouldn't care or would just ignore him.
It was on these nights that Thrushfire felt close to Starclan. The clean night where all the stars could be seen a admired. The nights where he would stay up till sun rise just looking at everything, no speaking a single word. but then again, no one ever found him out this late. So honestly, there was no one to talk to, though it was really their loss. He didn't mind being by himself, as he had lots of friends and family to keep him company. So really, he could have someone to sit out with during night and just talk. Or not. Maybe they would just sit in a comfortable silence.
but the question was, a always has been, who? Who would he chose to share his most favorite thing in the world to? Who could sit there all night if they wanted to, despite how heavy their eyelids got just to be with him? Well, that was the problem. Thrushfire had yet to find a person who would meet those requirements. but he had yet to lose hope, as you only fail the minute you believe it isn't possible.
It was a shame, honestly. How only when every one was asleep and the sun was long gone did the earth really show it's true beauty. And a even bigger shame that no one ever really stops to admire it. Everything about this night was perfect. Every little last thing. How the moonlight shone down and reflected off the snow to the way the white power drifted down from the sky and onto the ground. but mostly, it was the sky. It was a ocean of bright stars and darkness. Not a cloud was in sight. Everything was still. Not a single sound was heard. Not the call of a bird, nor the chirp of a cricket. No animal was heard and no animal was seen. All except one.
Out in the middle of camp sat a single cat. To be exact, it was Thrushfire. He was just sitting there staring at the stars, deep in thought. His grey tabby fur was messy, unlike it's normally clean and smooth state. His face didn't really hold any certain emotion, but more like a mix of bunch. He just sat there, tail wrapped around his cold paws tightly and chin tilted up to the sky. His eyes explored the sky, looking at every star, wondering who was who. He didn't seem to have a care in the world. Some snow collected in Thrushfire's fur, but again, he didn't care at the moment. He was far too engrossed in the beauty that the night held. Plus, even if someone saw him they probably wouldn't care or would just ignore him.
It was on these nights that Thrushfire felt close to Starclan. The clean night where all the stars could be seen a admired. The nights where he would stay up till sun rise just looking at everything, no speaking a single word. but then again, no one ever found him out this late. So honestly, there was no one to talk to, though it was really their loss. He didn't mind being by himself, as he had lots of friends and family to keep him company. So really, he could have someone to sit out with during night and just talk. Or not. Maybe they would just sit in a comfortable silence.
but the question was, a always has been, who? Who would he chose to share his most favorite thing in the world to? Who could sit there all night if they wanted to, despite how heavy their eyelids got just to be with him? Well, that was the problem. Thrushfire had yet to find a person who would meet those requirements. but he had yet to lose hope, as you only fail the minute you believe it isn't possible.