Post by kurimu on Feb 15, 2008 17:26:23 GMT -5
The moon rode high in the indigo sky, thin as a claw, bright as the lights in Twolegplace. Stars flooded around it, blinking so quickly that it was nearly impossible to tell that they moved at all.
Powderfur stared up at the sky. It cast its reassuring light over the moorland, and where it touched her paws, it met shadows running far behind her. It coated the small warrior with a silver shine, the white markings on her gray fur seeming to glow in the moonlight. Her pale blue gaze was fixed on the moon; she was well aware that she could look like she was halfway into the world of StarClan, that an eerie yet majestic aura seemed to hang about her. And she delicately lifted her chin, her sharp pride welling up inside her.
She had slipped away from camp, unable to sleep. Often the gray-and-white she-cat was restless, and so she took to walking on the moors, which comforted her and burned away some of her tireless energy. In particular she found that this night was quite soothing. Powderfur felt at peace when observing the spirits of her ancestors in Silverpelt, as if she had come to join them.
Which star is yours, Skykit? wondered the small warrior.
Powderfur froze, her muscles tensing. A powerful reek crept over her nose - badger! She unsheathed her claws and whipped around, intent on finding the nocturnal beast.
To her terror it was lumbering right at her, long, blunt claws ready to slash a deep wound into her innocent flesh. Lashing her tail, Powderfur leaped backwards. One cat couldn't expect to take on a badger by itself, especially not an undersized one like herself. Letting out a shrill wail of fear, she turned tail and raced back to the direction of her camp.
Powderfur stared up at the sky. It cast its reassuring light over the moorland, and where it touched her paws, it met shadows running far behind her. It coated the small warrior with a silver shine, the white markings on her gray fur seeming to glow in the moonlight. Her pale blue gaze was fixed on the moon; she was well aware that she could look like she was halfway into the world of StarClan, that an eerie yet majestic aura seemed to hang about her. And she delicately lifted her chin, her sharp pride welling up inside her.
She had slipped away from camp, unable to sleep. Often the gray-and-white she-cat was restless, and so she took to walking on the moors, which comforted her and burned away some of her tireless energy. In particular she found that this night was quite soothing. Powderfur felt at peace when observing the spirits of her ancestors in Silverpelt, as if she had come to join them.
Which star is yours, Skykit? wondered the small warrior.
Powderfur froze, her muscles tensing. A powerful reek crept over her nose - badger! She unsheathed her claws and whipped around, intent on finding the nocturnal beast.
To her terror it was lumbering right at her, long, blunt claws ready to slash a deep wound into her innocent flesh. Lashing her tail, Powderfur leaped backwards. One cat couldn't expect to take on a badger by itself, especially not an undersized one like herself. Letting out a shrill wail of fear, she turned tail and raced back to the direction of her camp.
