Post by Icey <3 on Jan 23, 2009 20:57:55 GMT -8
The moon had risen taking the place of the golden sun. It still glowed shining the holy light on the grounds of Thunderclan territory. A cool breeze drifted that night carrying the many scents of the forest. A small trail lingered in the distance and small fresh pawprints swere prinkled all over it.
A small slender white she-cat sat all alone on a small secluded(sp) hill. Long reeds and thick brush surroned the small single clearing. The beautiful white coat glowed in the moonlight ever so radiantly. The she-cat's head was off to the side and her eyes were ina thick trance. Only some cats came out at this hour, this one came to think. Her life felt hopeless and alone. Her dear grandmother had passed ever since she was a warrior, her beloved wise mentor passed in a gruesome battle. ANd now she was all alone no family and no friends. She was alone.
Larkwing had the fine features of any good warrior. She was brave and loyal ready to fight for anything but her confidence and her self motivation was gone. Her heart was no longer whole and she felt like it would never be whole again. She didnt really know anyone in Thunderclan. She had always stuck to her own family. She couldnt help but sigh, what hope did she possibly have for a better life. She felt ridicculus sitting out here all alone. She didnt want anyone to just come prancing out to offer her help, or anyone to say I love you. She just wanted to hear those words that I care for you and I'm here. But her once perked ears would never hear those words, would they?
Larkwing sat alone, looking at at herself in a small puddle. Looking at who she was, but who was she and where did she belong?
A small slender white she-cat sat all alone on a small secluded(sp) hill. Long reeds and thick brush surroned the small single clearing. The beautiful white coat glowed in the moonlight ever so radiantly. The she-cat's head was off to the side and her eyes were ina thick trance. Only some cats came out at this hour, this one came to think. Her life felt hopeless and alone. Her dear grandmother had passed ever since she was a warrior, her beloved wise mentor passed in a gruesome battle. ANd now she was all alone no family and no friends. She was alone.
Larkwing had the fine features of any good warrior. She was brave and loyal ready to fight for anything but her confidence and her self motivation was gone. Her heart was no longer whole and she felt like it would never be whole again. She didnt really know anyone in Thunderclan. She had always stuck to her own family. She couldnt help but sigh, what hope did she possibly have for a better life. She felt ridicculus sitting out here all alone. She didnt want anyone to just come prancing out to offer her help, or anyone to say I love you. She just wanted to hear those words that I care for you and I'm here. But her once perked ears would never hear those words, would they?
Larkwing sat alone, looking at at herself in a small puddle. Looking at who she was, but who was she and where did she belong?