Post by Avery on Oct 24, 2014 12:10:07 GMT -5
@spiderpelt
Cold air pressed against the dark tabby feline as she maneuvered her way across the snow banks of her territory. There had been several days of a terrible snow storm that had plagued the cat Clans, causing massive build up all around their lands. Wildpaw mumbled about how jealous she was with some of her friend's with larger legs, and their ability to scramble across them as if they were nothing more then a pile of moss. With her petite size the apprentice was finding it difficult to travel, and the clumping snow on her belly fur did nothing to help matters. "Oh Starclan is it cold!" She meowed, her tone embarrassingly whiny.
Why am I doing this?
Her voice echoed inside her head as she bounded forwards, determined to make it to the Pond of Truce before she froze to death. No cat knew of her night escapade's and she wished to keep it that way. It wasn't exactly... wrong what she was doing, but she knew it wasn't one hundred percent right either though, and knew that no one would understand why she left in the middle of the night, to go meet some other Clan cat at the Pond of Truce.
Not just a particular cat.
The deputy of Stormclan.
To her though... it was him.
The young tom had just been a freshly made warrior in his clan, and she had been in the middle of her training. They had met at the gathering on a whim, and again a few nights later, completely by chance. However, since then it was planned. Of course, at first it was completely harmless, and the two had just enjoyed friendly banter or competition with one another.
What is it now?
Wildpaw didn't know. She still enjoyed his company, but she had started feeling... different. The dark apprentice couldn't place her paw on it, and she rather avoided the feeling altogether. It brought to many hard decisions. Finally over the crest of the hill, her black tipped ears pricked forwards, relieved to finally see the crystal lake ahead of her. Around her there was a stillness of peace, and the blanket of snow made everything look clean. Reaching the water's edge she took a quick drink, and settled to grooming her wet fur. Even with a thick coat the cold felt like it was penetrating into her bones. "Hurry up Frogleap." She muttered between tongue licks.
Cold air pressed against the dark tabby feline as she maneuvered her way across the snow banks of her territory. There had been several days of a terrible snow storm that had plagued the cat Clans, causing massive build up all around their lands. Wildpaw mumbled about how jealous she was with some of her friend's with larger legs, and their ability to scramble across them as if they were nothing more then a pile of moss. With her petite size the apprentice was finding it difficult to travel, and the clumping snow on her belly fur did nothing to help matters. "Oh Starclan is it cold!" She meowed, her tone embarrassingly whiny.
Why am I doing this?
Her voice echoed inside her head as she bounded forwards, determined to make it to the Pond of Truce before she froze to death. No cat knew of her night escapade's and she wished to keep it that way. It wasn't exactly... wrong what she was doing, but she knew it wasn't one hundred percent right either though, and knew that no one would understand why she left in the middle of the night, to go meet some other Clan cat at the Pond of Truce.
Not just a particular cat.
The deputy of Stormclan.
To her though... it was him.
The young tom had just been a freshly made warrior in his clan, and she had been in the middle of her training. They had met at the gathering on a whim, and again a few nights later, completely by chance. However, since then it was planned. Of course, at first it was completely harmless, and the two had just enjoyed friendly banter or competition with one another.
What is it now?
Wildpaw didn't know. She still enjoyed his company, but she had started feeling... different. The dark apprentice couldn't place her paw on it, and she rather avoided the feeling altogether. It brought to many hard decisions. Finally over the crest of the hill, her black tipped ears pricked forwards, relieved to finally see the crystal lake ahead of her. Around her there was a stillness of peace, and the blanket of snow made everything look clean. Reaching the water's edge she took a quick drink, and settled to grooming her wet fur. Even with a thick coat the cold felt like it was penetrating into her bones. "Hurry up Frogleap." She muttered between tongue licks.