x.God. Blessed. The. Broken. Road.x. (Maddie!!)

[le Dawnz]

>>Feel free to listen to THIS: ( youtube.com/watch?v=ZfBmiXrRAmc ) while reading. ^^ Tis the title.


I set out on a narrow way
Many years ago.
Hoping I would find true love
Along the broken road.


A small tortoiseshell she-cat was moving through the trees and the dead leaves that covered the ground. She'd been feeling so free-spirited lately. So grateful for life. The wind picked up from behind her, pausing her in her tracks as it rushed by. A few leaves scattered, and one launched itself into the air. Despite her age -for though she wasn't an elder, she wasn't the youngest cat in the camp-, she leapt after it, swatting it with her paw, then chased it onward.

Though life with the clan hadn't been ideal lately, with everything going on, she still felt so much alive, and that she had a lot to be thankful for. The journey had been anything but perfect, but it had turned out better then most cats could dream of these days. She had a loving mate, a clan that she was extreamly loyal to, friends, her kits, and her family all back together. Well, the majority of it...


Every long lost dream lead me to where you are.
Others who broke my heart they were like northern stars
Pointing me on my way into your loving arms.
This much I know is true...


She chased the browned leaf into the familiar clearing that her feet seemed to have brought her to. That of the Great Sycamore. The clearing beside the great tree was the one she loved the best. Most of her good memories were there, and even a few she would prefer forgetting. However, everything bad had worked out for the better. Now Dawnfur pounced on the leaf playfully, her fur smoothing out now that the breeze had subsided. Her green eyes flashed with the enthusiasm she had once had as a young warrior. Oh yes indeed, she had much to be thankful for.


That God blessed the broken road
That led me straight to you.

[le Dawnz]

>> -dances to the Monster Mash while waiting for Maddie-

[ladymadeline]

AH.

I AM REALLY. REALLY. REALLY SORRY.
I got up late yeterday and forgot to get on at the time I was supposed to and then remembered later and I was like, "OH SHIZ. I FORGOT TO POST." And then today I went to New York with my dad to see 'The Producers' and we just got back so I'm going to post now.

=D

A long-haired brown tabby tom cat trotted through the thickets of tall trees, his green eyes shimmering with cheerfulness and joy. Despite his increasing age, there was a certain youthful spirit about him and the way he moved. His clean, multi-colored fur glistened in the fading sunlight with every gentle pawstep he took. His body was large, muscles ripping from underneath his fur. He was lean and very fit, something he took pride in his old age.

Birds chirped in the lush, green canopies as twilight began to set over the forest. The suns rays shined down onto the dirt floor beneath the his paws, illuminating pieces of the dark blue river in which he was walking parallel to. All seemed calm and serene and peaceful in the territory of Thunderclan. Even the mice and rodents that scampered along the forest floor seemed at peace. The world was still and at the peak of it's beauty.

Slowly, Lionface began to approach the great sycamore tree. He shared many memories there, with his family and mate and clan. He sighed deeply through his nostrils. So many memories. A faint smile crossed his muzzle as he sat at the end of the clearing, rapping his thick tail around his body and over his front paws, losing himself as he reminisced. He closed his eyes as a cool breeze blew, pushing his fur to the right. His whiskers twitched. Strange how he did not notice the she-cat nearby him.

Sorry. It kind of sucks.

o.O

[le Dawnz]

>> Don't worry Maddie, tis okay! And it's alright, mine sucked too. And this one will too.

The small she-cat leapt into the air and this time caught the leaf between her paws and brought it back down to the earth. Smiling proudly, she batted it, sending if flying again. This time she didn't chase it though. Instead, she sat before the tree and looked up into it's high branches. The sycomore had been there for as long as any cat could remember. It was the tallest in the forest. At it's roots was a hollowed cave that was hidden beneath the shifting roots that Nightstar, whom had been the clan deputy at the time, had found a way to move so they could easily slip in and out. It was that day that Dawnfur had given birth to her litter. Aspenleaf, Meadowlark -who was formerly known as Riverpaw-, Speckledclaw, and Gentleheart. That day had been a day of bitter fight, peace making, and miracles. Four little miracles to be exact. It was perhaps one of the proudests moments of her life when she finally was able to gaze upon her and her mate, Lionface's, kits.

But much had changed since then. Lionpelt was gone, vanished without a trace. Nightstar was dead. Riverpaw had run away to join BloodClan and became known as Meadowlark. Dawnfur was torn when Aspenleaf was drove to madness and was killed. And know their kits were going through problems of their owns. It made Dawnfur smile at the thought of the way Gentleheart looked at Destinystep, one of Nightstar's first litter. Ever since the young warrior's mate Leafwhisper had been murdered by a dog, he'd been lost in despair. Dawnfur believed that Gentleheart, with her kind soul, would be the one to bring him back.

It was then that the tortoiseshell noticed the maine coon sitting on the other side of the small clearing. A purr imploded from her throat when she recognized him. Lionface, her mate and the father of her kits. That warm, fuzzy feeling washed over her, knowing just how much she loved the tom cat. "Lionface." she said tenderly, rising to her paws.

>> See? I told you it would suck.