Post by wavefur on Jun 2, 2009 15:00:11 GMT -5
WHILE READING THIS LISTEN TO WORLD SO COLD BY 12 STONES! IT MAKES THE WHOLE THING BETTER! ;D
Frostfur sat in the unknown camp on her own. Speckletail and the others had gone into the elders den to wait for death to come to them. From starvation or Two-legs, she wondered. She knew she had willing volunteered to stay behind but now the Clan was gone she was begining to feel nervous. Did she really want to die? Her fur fluffed up with terror at the thought. She looked into the RiverClan elders den and saw Speckletail with the RiverClan elder Shadepelt. She was falling asleep in her nest. She could go and no cat would see. She could find her own territory...survive solo...as a rogue. The world tasted like mouse-bile on her tongue. Maybe she would become a Kitty-pet. But as soon as the thought entered her head she rejected it. She could never ever ever live the soft life of a Kitty-pet, never! She sat their swamped by her own thoughts and before she knew what had happened it was Sunset. The others were truly asleep now. Without truly deciding it her paws took her out of the camp and seemed to fly her back over the river to ThunderClan territory. Were now, she thought. Then she remembered Rivertail, he'd said there was a territory down stream! He was many many seasons older than her and had lived quite happily for more than a moon there. But would the Two-Legs find her there? She had to take the risk. She ran towards the Island, and when she met no Two-Legs she felt more confident. She waded over to the Island and shoke her pelt dry. She sniffed the air curiously, she scented prey and no Two-Legs. She purred and sat down on the bank. She could live here in peace with no trouble, maybe she'd even find a new mate! She heard a snarl from the bushes next to her and she sprang to her paws. Out from the bushes came a fox. It was as skinny as a rake, barely able to keep itself on four legs. She had nowhere to run. The fox would catch her. She tried to fight it but it was hopeless the fox may have been skinny but it was strong. She sat in the stars with her anscestors weeping, as her blood rushed down the stream, warning any cat that this place was not for cats. The Two-Legs had won their sick war, and Frostfur, she knows...she knows who left her behind to die.
Frostfur sat in the unknown camp on her own. Speckletail and the others had gone into the elders den to wait for death to come to them. From starvation or Two-legs, she wondered. She knew she had willing volunteered to stay behind but now the Clan was gone she was begining to feel nervous. Did she really want to die? Her fur fluffed up with terror at the thought. She looked into the RiverClan elders den and saw Speckletail with the RiverClan elder Shadepelt. She was falling asleep in her nest. She could go and no cat would see. She could find her own territory...survive solo...as a rogue. The world tasted like mouse-bile on her tongue. Maybe she would become a Kitty-pet. But as soon as the thought entered her head she rejected it. She could never ever ever live the soft life of a Kitty-pet, never! She sat their swamped by her own thoughts and before she knew what had happened it was Sunset. The others were truly asleep now. Without truly deciding it her paws took her out of the camp and seemed to fly her back over the river to ThunderClan territory. Were now, she thought. Then she remembered Rivertail, he'd said there was a territory down stream! He was many many seasons older than her and had lived quite happily for more than a moon there. But would the Two-Legs find her there? She had to take the risk. She ran towards the Island, and when she met no Two-Legs she felt more confident. She waded over to the Island and shoke her pelt dry. She sniffed the air curiously, she scented prey and no Two-Legs. She purred and sat down on the bank. She could live here in peace with no trouble, maybe she'd even find a new mate! She heard a snarl from the bushes next to her and she sprang to her paws. Out from the bushes came a fox. It was as skinny as a rake, barely able to keep itself on four legs. She had nowhere to run. The fox would catch her. She tried to fight it but it was hopeless the fox may have been skinny but it was strong. She sat in the stars with her anscestors weeping, as her blood rushed down the stream, warning any cat that this place was not for cats. The Two-Legs had won their sick war, and Frostfur, she knows...she knows who left her behind to die.
So good, but so sad...
