Post by Ravenflight on Aug 1, 2011 19:14:31 GMT -5
Ravenflight
Why does bye annoyance fail?
Green eyes flickered open, whiskers twitched, and a grumble rose from the mouth of the StormClan deputy. She rose out of her cozy nest in the Warrior's den and shook herself awake. It was before dawn, and no one else was awake. She grabbed a bit of prey and quickly gulped it down, then proceeded through the StormClan camp. She silently walked through the darkness, the only thing visible being her green eyes. She continued walking, when a storm came from nowhere. Lightning flashed across the eyes, thunder crashed, and the wind howled. Yet, Ravenflight continued to walk, until she came to a familiar spot.
It was simply a large sand hill, that looked like a dune. She climbed upwards, until she sat on top of the great thing. She sat quietly, watching the storm rage. And, she felt safe. Completely safe, like a kit bundled in its mothers fur. She did not know why, but there was something comforting about this place. It was... beautiful to her. Fear was absent. Hatred was dead. And happiness was simply incomplete. What could make her feel better? Kits? Nay. Two-legs? Nay! A mate? A friend? Possibly. But all she knew now was that this beautiful, beautiful storm was the answer.
A streak of lightning flew across the black sky, and flashed into her eyes. The thunder rolled, and yet, the she-cat still sat, observing. As if the storm was her blanket.
It was simply a large sand hill, that looked like a dune. She climbed upwards, until she sat on top of the great thing. She sat quietly, watching the storm rage. And, she felt safe. Completely safe, like a kit bundled in its mothers fur. She did not know why, but there was something comforting about this place. It was... beautiful to her. Fear was absent. Hatred was dead. And happiness was simply incomplete. What could make her feel better? Kits? Nay. Two-legs? Nay! A mate? A friend? Possibly. But all she knew now was that this beautiful, beautiful storm was the answer.
A streak of lightning flew across the black sky, and flashed into her eyes. The thunder rolled, and yet, the she-cat still sat, observing. As if the storm was her blanket.
