Post by grayfoot on Jan 30, 2008 17:41:01 GMT -5
[NOTE: This post is just an example and did not really happen. Also, it took place in greenleaf)
Graypaw watched unamused as cats sprawled through the clearing. She felt herself deteriorating, and she would contradict any cat who dared say she needed that. She was of great character and an extravagant imagination that could be the envy of any cat who knew the true value of it. Of course, with value came a price. She'd get lost in her little games.
Graypaw lifted herself afoot and padded out of the medicine cat's den and into the sweet sunlight that warmed her gray and white pelt every time it peeked out from it's cover of clouds. She embraced the warmth and wished it not to leave. The day was too dreadfully boring and uneventful for it to leave her.
The sun was the highlight of her current perfunctory life. Herbs had become of habit to gather and watching apprentices and warriors scuffle about lasted for only a few minutes.
She glanced around with her bright green orbs, making sure Moonjade wasn't around. Luckily, she wasn't, but if she was caught she'd give her the excuse of her everyday activity: gathering herbs. It was high time her imagination was put to use, and what better place than the moors on such a perfect day such as this?
She glanced once more for reinsurance that her mentor would not be watching. She was very fortunate today, but what could really happen if she was caught leaving camp? She was just going to have some fun since everyone was healthy and there wasn't much chance of a battle. But Graypaw couldn't escape the feeling of guilt and vowed to get some herbs before she heads back to camp.
It wasn't even sunhigh yet, so she had plenty of time to play and gather herbs. She wasn't worried about anything, but she like she was doing something wrong as she bounded out of camp and to moors, answering the questions of curious warriors.
Graypaw's pelt was shining in the sunlight--all that free time pays off--as she danced around, pretending to be a fluttering StarClan cat, heading down to the clans. She swished her tail and moved smoothly and flowed like water with every step. She acted as if she was of high elegance, looking down upon the living and being disgraced with their sins, being to arrogant to realize her own.
Graypaw's emerald eyes were alight with enjoyment. She was finally not bored! She was amused and was getting good exercise to keep herself from getting plump. Her muscles tightened with the playful exercise, but Graypaw took no notice. She was completely focused on her game--it was starting to seem so real; like she was really a StarClan cat visiting.
She tripped on something stone hard and fell to the ground with a loud thud. Her flank was hurting, but would fade away within moments and her eyes were wide with alert and bi-colored pelt was bristled with alert, only to realize something tripped her and it felt like stone.
Only, it wasn't stone. It was cut too clean to be stone and shone to bright to be stone. The surface was smooth under her small paws' pink pads to be stone. It had claws pointing out from the top of the edges of it that formed a circle. But... if it wasn't stone, what was it?
In a blink of an eye, the stone-like object's circle closed tight and disappeared.
Graypaw's fur pricked with astonishment and fear. What had happened? She stared at the spot a bit longer and prodded it with her paws a couple of times until she was sastisfied with the fact that it was gone.
A haunting thought pried into Graypaw's mind. Was it even there? Had she gone mad?
No, it was defiantly there. The feel of the stone-like object still lingered on her pads. Her eyes were still a little dazed from glare shining off of it.
Was it a sign from StarClan?
Graypaw pondered as she unknowingly plucked up borage. It could have been a sign, but she doubted that. Moonjade had always said that she was to tell her if she had any suspected signs from StarClan, but Graypaw had a feeling that this was for only her to know, and no one else to find out. At least, until the right moment.
Graypaw's mouth was officially sealed.
(Sorry for any grammar mistakes, I'm too lazy to check right now... But can you really blame me? This post could go for a short story on fanfiction boards...)
Graypaw watched unamused as cats sprawled through the clearing. She felt herself deteriorating, and she would contradict any cat who dared say she needed that. She was of great character and an extravagant imagination that could be the envy of any cat who knew the true value of it. Of course, with value came a price. She'd get lost in her little games.
Graypaw lifted herself afoot and padded out of the medicine cat's den and into the sweet sunlight that warmed her gray and white pelt every time it peeked out from it's cover of clouds. She embraced the warmth and wished it not to leave. The day was too dreadfully boring and uneventful for it to leave her.
The sun was the highlight of her current perfunctory life. Herbs had become of habit to gather and watching apprentices and warriors scuffle about lasted for only a few minutes.
She glanced around with her bright green orbs, making sure Moonjade wasn't around. Luckily, she wasn't, but if she was caught she'd give her the excuse of her everyday activity: gathering herbs. It was high time her imagination was put to use, and what better place than the moors on such a perfect day such as this?
She glanced once more for reinsurance that her mentor would not be watching. She was very fortunate today, but what could really happen if she was caught leaving camp? She was just going to have some fun since everyone was healthy and there wasn't much chance of a battle. But Graypaw couldn't escape the feeling of guilt and vowed to get some herbs before she heads back to camp.
It wasn't even sunhigh yet, so she had plenty of time to play and gather herbs. She wasn't worried about anything, but she like she was doing something wrong as she bounded out of camp and to moors, answering the questions of curious warriors.
Graypaw's pelt was shining in the sunlight--all that free time pays off--as she danced around, pretending to be a fluttering StarClan cat, heading down to the clans. She swished her tail and moved smoothly and flowed like water with every step. She acted as if she was of high elegance, looking down upon the living and being disgraced with their sins, being to arrogant to realize her own.
Graypaw's emerald eyes were alight with enjoyment. She was finally not bored! She was amused and was getting good exercise to keep herself from getting plump. Her muscles tightened with the playful exercise, but Graypaw took no notice. She was completely focused on her game--it was starting to seem so real; like she was really a StarClan cat visiting.
She tripped on something stone hard and fell to the ground with a loud thud. Her flank was hurting, but would fade away within moments and her eyes were wide with alert and bi-colored pelt was bristled with alert, only to realize something tripped her and it felt like stone.
Only, it wasn't stone. It was cut too clean to be stone and shone to bright to be stone. The surface was smooth under her small paws' pink pads to be stone. It had claws pointing out from the top of the edges of it that formed a circle. But... if it wasn't stone, what was it?
In a blink of an eye, the stone-like object's circle closed tight and disappeared.
Graypaw's fur pricked with astonishment and fear. What had happened? She stared at the spot a bit longer and prodded it with her paws a couple of times until she was sastisfied with the fact that it was gone.
A haunting thought pried into Graypaw's mind. Was it even there? Had she gone mad?
No, it was defiantly there. The feel of the stone-like object still lingered on her pads. Her eyes were still a little dazed from glare shining off of it.
Was it a sign from StarClan?
Graypaw pondered as she unknowingly plucked up borage. It could have been a sign, but she doubted that. Moonjade had always said that she was to tell her if she had any suspected signs from StarClan, but Graypaw had a feeling that this was for only her to know, and no one else to find out. At least, until the right moment.
Graypaw's mouth was officially sealed.
(Sorry for any grammar mistakes, I'm too lazy to check right now... But can you really blame me? This post could go for a short story on fanfiction boards...)
