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Post by .::Umberwings on Dec 17, 2006 0:45:21 GMT -5
[Open. ^^]
One step.
Two.
A third. A forth.
The night was weaving a spell upon the form of an incredibly small black she-cat, her coat ruffled only slightly by a cool breeze which wafted through the area. She paused, gently, silently, auds twitching.
Nothing. No sound.
The area was oddly dead, lifeless, and her gentle breath caught in her throat.
Was this the end? Was the end of one’s life so sudden, so abrupt, that the stillness of it afterward so stunningly broken?
“Demonkit…”
The apprentice sat, beneath the expanse of the tall oak tree, her gaze lifting. Those brilliant crystalline hues, so striking against the midnight drawn color of her fur, lifted towards the sky above – where she could see the souls of warriors long past twinkling from Silverpelt.
What was her path anyway?
She wanted to heal, yes, but there was more. There was so much more she felt she must do before the path ended.
“I’m sorry brother. I’m sorry I couldn’t save you. I’m sorry I couldn’t stop mother from…”
Her maw felt dry, and the young she-cat allowed the rest of the words to die from her tongue.
Hard. It was still so hard to speak of it. So hard to remember…
…but she could never forget.
Haunted by the spirit of the kit her brother had been, it was hard for Umberpaw to focus. She knew he was there, always knew, she could sense his presence.
Was there something here forcing the young tom to not be able to join their fellows in Silverpelt?
She wanted him to have peace.
But peace? There wasn’t peace, even now. Umberpaw shivered, alone beneath the mighty tree which dwarfed her tiny form, alone in far more ways than any other cat seemed to understand.
She was always alone – her path took her down a different world then her friends’ did. It was a difficult life, but one she loved.
And one she mourned. |
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