Post by +CinnamonPelt+ on Feb 20, 2009 2:59:39 GMT -6
NightEyes of FrostClan
It was dawn, the best time of the day as far as this cat was concerned. Night was too dark, daytime was too light, and dusk was too deceiving. He liked to wake earlier than most cats, before the dawn patrol was set. He would rather go sit at the top of his favorite tree, and watch the morning banish the darkness so that the cats could awaken and work their daily routine. His chest heaved with a sigh. He wasn't made for this. He hated how the cats worked almost to rules... well, there were rules but they weren't rules as such, every warrior had to follow the warrior code, that was the clan's rules- every clan's rules. His long tail flicked around him as he slinked silently to the camp entrance. He was a small cat, and pitch black. Unlike his sisters cinnamonpelt and windracer. He wished he could be like them, they were so content and happy. Cinnamonpelt had her herbs and could speak with StarClan. Windracer had her speed and freedom through the wind. He hung his head and slipped through the ferns before breaking into a run.
He wasn't just running, he saw no point in that, he was running towards a goal. He was running to the river. He couldn't understand why some cats could not understand his fascination with it. It was continuously flowing, always moving, bringing life to those who live in it, and near it. Nearing the river he slowed into a walk. The sun was rising from the east, casting the long shadows of the trees and other things over to the west. He stared at it for a moment, it really was a beautiful sight.
He shook his fur before he bent down to lap at the waters cool surface. It woke him up more, not that the running didn't, but it cleared his head. He stopped drinking and stared into the water, fish were swimming straight past him. He let out a small grunt before quickly darting his left paw into the water and hooking out a rather plump fish. 'Why are fish always so happy? always so big and healthy?' He screwed up his face in the thought before tucking in to his breakfast. He really liked fish, it was better than any bird or squirrel, but not as good as mouse. It was a pity mice were so small!
When he had finished his meal, he scraped dirt over it's bones and climbed up the nearest tree as intended, and settled down, his tail wrapped neatly over his paws. His dark eyes seemed to light up as he watched the FrostClan cats stir in the not so far distance. He couldn't get over this feeling that nagged deep down in the pit of his stomach. He couldn't figure out what it was. was it... loneliness?
It was dawn, the best time of the day as far as this cat was concerned. Night was too dark, daytime was too light, and dusk was too deceiving. He liked to wake earlier than most cats, before the dawn patrol was set. He would rather go sit at the top of his favorite tree, and watch the morning banish the darkness so that the cats could awaken and work their daily routine. His chest heaved with a sigh. He wasn't made for this. He hated how the cats worked almost to rules... well, there were rules but they weren't rules as such, every warrior had to follow the warrior code, that was the clan's rules- every clan's rules. His long tail flicked around him as he slinked silently to the camp entrance. He was a small cat, and pitch black. Unlike his sisters cinnamonpelt and windracer. He wished he could be like them, they were so content and happy. Cinnamonpelt had her herbs and could speak with StarClan. Windracer had her speed and freedom through the wind. He hung his head and slipped through the ferns before breaking into a run.
He wasn't just running, he saw no point in that, he was running towards a goal. He was running to the river. He couldn't understand why some cats could not understand his fascination with it. It was continuously flowing, always moving, bringing life to those who live in it, and near it. Nearing the river he slowed into a walk. The sun was rising from the east, casting the long shadows of the trees and other things over to the west. He stared at it for a moment, it really was a beautiful sight.
He shook his fur before he bent down to lap at the waters cool surface. It woke him up more, not that the running didn't, but it cleared his head. He stopped drinking and stared into the water, fish were swimming straight past him. He let out a small grunt before quickly darting his left paw into the water and hooking out a rather plump fish. 'Why are fish always so happy? always so big and healthy?' He screwed up his face in the thought before tucking in to his breakfast. He really liked fish, it was better than any bird or squirrel, but not as good as mouse. It was a pity mice were so small!
When he had finished his meal, he scraped dirt over it's bones and climbed up the nearest tree as intended, and settled down, his tail wrapped neatly over his paws. His dark eyes seemed to light up as he watched the FrostClan cats stir in the not so far distance. He couldn't get over this feeling that nagged deep down in the pit of his stomach. He couldn't figure out what it was. was it... loneliness?
