Post by Heron on Aug 12, 2015 20:22:30 GMT -5
Tagging Ambrose for Adderpaw
The tree ahead, struck in half by lightning, was a real sight to see. Midnightclanners had began to take it for advantage, except for the kits and apprentices who had yet to see it. The tree itself was burned away and quite horrid looking, but unknowingly a great place to stop and think. Today, in the harsh leaf bare, it looked particularly outstanding. Its ashen coloring from the burns were jet black against the heavy, white snow that had fallen around it. A young cat bounded forward to the base of the tree, staring up at it with a whimsical and determined expression. Poppypaw had always admired adventure. She was a smart cat for her age, her brothers always the ones to act first and think later. Growing up around them had made her calculated; becoming observant was her own personal trait. Adventure that posed no real threat - like a trip to this tree - was enough for the adventurous apprentice, and she began to climb its charred remains in order to gain a better look of the oak forrest terrain that belonged to Midnightclan.
Once high enough, her black tortie pelt blended in almost completely if not for the splashes of orange and white that marked her body. She looked out with her brown eyes and gazed around. The view was quite lovely, but the leafbare air was chillier up high than it was on the ground. She shivered and let out a sigh. Poppypaw had yet to fall ill with green cough; despite the bitter, cold air up high it was almost cleaner feeling than breathing in the air around camp felt. She was quite afraid to die young. Her mind had been filled with visions of her as a skilled warrior, possibly being a deputy or a leader if she worked past the crimes of her father who'd done his best to murder his own clanmates. She'd turned her back on his invitation to leave the clan with him, her loyalty too deep in her veins to consider being traitorous. Shortly after, cats had started falling ill to the sickness. Now that her own friends were dying on her -- mentors, friends, elders, even kits -- did she do the right thing by staying in her clan?
Of course I did! The she-cat hissed at herself coolly. I'm no murderer. I'm no traitor.
Her claws unsheathed and stuck to the side of the tree, a sign of irritation and stress. Her short fur stood up on edge and she did her best to calm herself of her own hurtful thoughts. She had always done her best to be true to herself, allowing her heart to feel for a little while before closing it back up and deciding that it was best to leave her emotions at bay. Now, she let those emotions flow free as if they dangled in front of her and tumbled below into the snow, disappearing until she decided to reel them back in. Water pooled in her eyes and she sighed heavily. Starclan...if you're listening...I'm afraid. I am loyal to this clan. I want to live. Please don't let me die. Please don't let me get greencough. I'm too young. I did the right thing, didn't I? She turned to look up into the sky, but it was a full cover of dark gray clouds.
