Post by ShadowClaw on Jan 7, 2008 21:54:18 GMT -5
The silver she-cat sighed. Her deep blue eyes filled with sorrow. She longed to scream. To cry. But no tears were cried up there. No hearts were broken. Everyday felt like a moon. Days move slow when you have to watch the one you loved, the one you wanted to spend your life with, the only one you've ever said, 'I love you' to, was in the arms of another. Two other to be exact. It had been moons since Crowpaw had become Crowfeather in honor of her. It had been even more moons since he had fallen for Leafpool. That she could handle. But Nightcloud. She couldn't even bring herself to think of the black she-cat. She should have felt better knowing that Crowfeather still loved, not Leafpool, but her. She sighed again and closed her eyes.
The tabby she-cat stared into the night sky. She couldn't sleep. Everytime she got close one single thought was pushed into her mind. Everytime she closed her eyes the image of two smoky gray pelts blending into each other and a bouncy, equally smoky black kit running behind them. Her heart ached. Her eyes filled with tears. Life almost had no purpose. Her desprate need to tend to her Clan kept her going each day. She doughted more than enough times. Her Clan was the reason she was in so much pain but she still fought to help them each time they needed it. She closed her eyes. She hated her life. She hated her self. She hated her Clan and she hated Crowfeather.
Laying next to her mate, she once again felt the anger and frustration that she usually felt. He had told her he loved her and she bore his kit. But she felt it was only pretend. Only a game, that no one could win. She was his trophy, his prize. His proof he didn't love Leafpool anymore. Leafpool. She couldn't stand that name. Crowfeathers steady breathing drove her into sleep with only one thing on her mind. He never loved me.
The tabby she-cat stared into the night sky. She couldn't sleep. Everytime she got close one single thought was pushed into her mind. Everytime she closed her eyes the image of two smoky gray pelts blending into each other and a bouncy, equally smoky black kit running behind them. Her heart ached. Her eyes filled with tears. Life almost had no purpose. Her desprate need to tend to her Clan kept her going each day. She doughted more than enough times. Her Clan was the reason she was in so much pain but she still fought to help them each time they needed it. She closed her eyes. She hated her life. She hated her self. She hated her Clan and she hated Crowfeather.
Laying next to her mate, she once again felt the anger and frustration that she usually felt. He had told her he loved her and she bore his kit. But she felt it was only pretend. Only a game, that no one could win. She was his trophy, his prize. His proof he didn't love Leafpool anymore. Leafpool. She couldn't stand that name. Crowfeathers steady breathing drove her into sleep with only one thing on her mind. He never loved me.
