More Like A Breeze [Open//Articstar]

[[S]agestorm--]

The wind buffetted the small, chocolate she cat as Sagestorm picked her way through the bare stalks of the moor. The wind was vicious and cutting, but the she cat hardly noticed. The wind was her life. That was why she was WindClan.

Sagestorm wasn't quite like the wind, though. She, personally, was not as swift or fierce as a gust of wind. The long whiskered she cat was more like a breeze-- soft and gentle, almost too much so to be a warrior. What could she do? She didn't have the skill or patience to be a medicine cat. She knew that. Sagestorm held no apprehention or false beliefs. She was almost entirely useless. The only thing she was good for was comforting kits and apprentinces and encouraging elders.

In her small, dark muzzle a rabbit hung limp. It was a miracle she had managed to catch the bones that had the audacity to label itself prey. She had suprised it just as much as it had suprised her, and the poor creature's heart couldn't take it. Still, prey was prey and leaf bare was here. Perhaps an elder could make a meal of it-- if they didn't choke on the bones.

Cresting a hill, her fur billowed around her in the breeze whipping her pale eyes. She let the bit of prey drop to the ground, she opened her jaw a little. Sagestorm had always been a small she-cat. Small, and somewhat fragile. The rabbit, despite it being nearly all bone, was quite heavy and entirely to large for her small jaw. She'd have to take a break before continuing on to camp with it.

[Dr{E}am]-[eart]

Snowpaw's gentle blue eyes stared at the ground blankly, and her eyelids shut slowly. The wind gently buffeted her fur, making her fur puffy. She slowly padded over to a small patch of flowers, her paws pit-pattering in the slightly damp grass. The tip of her velvety nose rested on a rose. The fragile petal drifted away into the wind, as her eyes followed. One by one, her paws started to chase after the blowing petal. As the wind died, so did the petal. It fluttered down and landed safely on top of Snowpaw's right front paw. The flashback of that one tom the other day came to her. Watery tears dripped down her nose, and it escaped past her chin. Sagestorm was a few fox tails away, but to to Snowpaw everything around her was just darkness swallowing her up. The incident that other day was just too shocking for Snowpaw to bear. Her legs gave way as sleep cradled her into its arms.

She was all alone in the darkness, with no ground or sky or wind. She kept falling, being sucked into evil. Her paws despretely scrambled for a surface, but all they met was air. Or at least, what had seemed to be air. A dusty feeling crawled between her fingers and her head was becoming entwined with a thorn stem. A silhouette of a monster seductivly walked towards her, and its tail touched the bottom of her chin, taking her breath away. Come with me into the darkness...and you shall rule the forest with me... Her body was tense and her muscles were strained. Something was holding her from making any movement but nodding. The monsters jaws widened and its sharp bloody teeth boasted its fearfulness. Your time will come...to die. Snowpaw's eyes widened as she found herself gasping for air, a single sweatdrop running down her face. What was that? Horrified, without knowing where she was running to she bumped into warm, welcoming fur.

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[[S]agestorm--]

Sagestorm had not realized the small apprentince had been on the hill. Despite the fact that Snowpaw was a startling bright white, the young she-cat had missed her. Some warrior she was.

Sage didn't dwell on this though. As a matter of fact, it was hard for Sage to dwell on anything at all. She had always been the forgive and forget type. And so almost subconciously, her dark fluffy tail wrapped around the small, shivering feline.

The chocolate pelted warrior had no idea what was wrong, but it was apparent that Snowpaw was absolutely terrified. Forgetting about the skin and bones that she dared to call prey, Sagestorm pressed her angular face against Snowpaw, not knowing what to say, and hoping to comfort her.

[Dr{E}am]-[eart]

Snowpaw felt warmth close around her. It felt...different, but welcoming. Her tears fell down little by little. Lately, all she has been having are breakdowns, for whatever reason she does not know. Most likely it was that Riverclan cat from the other day. That was one ridiculous day.
Snowpaw was just too confused. It wasn't like her to be having mental breakdowns. Most of the time she'd be running around happily. She didn't know what to do anymore. maybe she should just run off a cliff;; join Starclan, be rid of her pain. But then again, may that bring pain to others? It's not like anyone loves her or anything. That would also be scary. No matter how strange that sounds, she isn't ready to be loved. Not yet, at least. As long as the clan actually cared about her. Snowpaw felt like her eyes were about to pop out. Stupid Riverclan cat. He made it all worse;; seducting/horrifing her.

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