Post by le Dawnz on May 30, 2007 18:19:48 GMT -5
A shiver ran down the spine of a tortoiseshell she-cat as she entered the eerily quiet clearing that was ThunderClan's camp. She looked around sadly. No cats in sight. With a sigh, she padded slowly toward the den she shared with her fellow warriors. She sat, feeling desolate as she began to groom her slightly dirt-ridden fur. The numbers of ThunderClan just weren't as great as they used to be. But it wasn't made her feel so empty. It was something else. Memories perhaps? Who knows. She didn't.
The senior warrior began to hum as she worked her tongue over her short coat. She eventually closed her eyes, lullying herself with the song. She kept washing, even when her pelt was as clean as it could possibly be. It felt reassuring and warm, like a mother's touch when she comforted her frightened kit. A few times , she found herself singing the lyrics to the song her own mother had sung to her many times before, and then fell back to humming.
She remembered being a kit. She remembered her sister, Darkkit, and her brother, Tornadokit. She even vaguely remembered her dad, from the one time they had met. She remembered Darkkit, being carried away by a hawk. That day had broken her mother's already damaged heart. She remembered becoming a warrior, and being assigned her first apprentice, Lionpelt. She remembered falling in love. Oh how she had loved knowing that Lionface cared for her with every fiber of his being just as much as she loved him. Dawnfur remembered her kits. She remembered Flamefur and Norm. She remembered Thicketclaw, and his terrible secret. But clearest of all in her mind, she remembered Riverpaw.
At this point, her humming and her grooming stopped, and was replaced with a sigh. She looked at the ground. The life of a warrior was so rewarding, and yet, sometimes she wondered if it had been worth it. Now her kits had troubles of their own. It pained her to think of how badly Gentleheart was hurting because of Destinystep, and the tom didn't even seem to know. She started to sing again, taking comfort in it. "Tell me lies. Tell me lies. I'll just keep right on coming. This time I've got to believe in a dream." she sang. "This time I've got to believe in his dream." The song ended, and with one last sigh, she hung her head and closed her eyes, trying to enjoy the quiet as much as she could in this trodden state.
The senior warrior began to hum as she worked her tongue over her short coat. She eventually closed her eyes, lullying herself with the song. She kept washing, even when her pelt was as clean as it could possibly be. It felt reassuring and warm, like a mother's touch when she comforted her frightened kit. A few times , she found herself singing the lyrics to the song her own mother had sung to her many times before, and then fell back to humming.
She remembered being a kit. She remembered her sister, Darkkit, and her brother, Tornadokit. She even vaguely remembered her dad, from the one time they had met. She remembered Darkkit, being carried away by a hawk. That day had broken her mother's already damaged heart. She remembered becoming a warrior, and being assigned her first apprentice, Lionpelt. She remembered falling in love. Oh how she had loved knowing that Lionface cared for her with every fiber of his being just as much as she loved him. Dawnfur remembered her kits. She remembered Flamefur and Norm. She remembered Thicketclaw, and his terrible secret. But clearest of all in her mind, she remembered Riverpaw.
At this point, her humming and her grooming stopped, and was replaced with a sigh. She looked at the ground. The life of a warrior was so rewarding, and yet, sometimes she wondered if it had been worth it. Now her kits had troubles of their own. It pained her to think of how badly Gentleheart was hurting because of Destinystep, and the tom didn't even seem to know. She started to sing again, taking comfort in it. "Tell me lies. Tell me lies. I'll just keep right on coming. This time I've got to believe in a dream." she sang. "This time I've got to believe in his dream." The song ended, and with one last sigh, she hung her head and closed her eyes, trying to enjoy the quiet as much as she could in this trodden state.