Post by medium on Jan 15, 2007 3:51:26 GMT -5
((We are)) peices of a falling star --
Medium padded into camp, his head low and tilted curiously. He looked left, right, his muddy amber eyes taking in the delightful hustle and bustle of camp.
His sister Contrast leaped forward immediatly, of course, and he was not at all suprised to see her strike up a conversation with another cat in five seconds flat.
He frowned, but it was not a sad or angry frown. It was one of the nameless emotions; the ones that fell between the cracks.
Medium, with his dull dusky brown fur (with darker flecks) and muddy-colored eyes, was not particularly striking. He was not ugly, but he was not handsome. He was not particularly large nor small. Eyes seem to pass right over him without seeing him.
When his sister appeared, all eyes seemed drawn to her. Medium repelled eyes.
All these cats. It was fascinating.
He backed up and took a running leap at the waterfalls. He landed on a high outcropping and viewed the camp from on high.
It's not like anyone would notice.
One is flashing brightly in the sky // the other falls darkly through the atmopshere
[/color]Invisibly; u n n o t i c e d.[/left][/size]
