Post by Bovine on Mar 5, 2007 18:08:07 GMT -5
A strange sight
[ i n d e e d ]
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Oh how unexpected.
The Turkish Van's gait was almost regal as he trotted along, among the trees.
But this tom was far from royal, no. In fact. He was a soldier.
Yes a soldier.
From where he came, the name of warrior was unknown. All militaristic terms were used.
And why was this Van among trees? Of course his element was water, was it not? Of course it was!
So what would draw him to the forests of TreeClan?
His old home.
Yes, though his instincts drew him to the water, he could never live there. His old home clung too closely to his heart to give up the life of a forest cat.
But....with a tom whose home was held so closely to his heart, why didnt he return to it?
It went back to that day. The last mission he would go on in his old homeland. He had been with his squad; his comrades.
Everything had gone black all at once.
When he awoke, he was in a strange land. Strange smells. Strange terrain. His memory of that day was hazy and not clear at all.
But what stuck out most in his memory; was his homeland, and his comrades from the Squad.
But now he was starting new. For all he knew, his homeland could be hundreds and hundreds of miles away.
He just didn't know how right he was.
Though it pained him to do so, he would start over.
Find a new Unit.
........
Make new comrades.
At this thought, a sharp pain twinged in his chest, making him close and eye and cringe, but not stop his steady trot.
Almost marching.
He looked up at the trees...they stood tall. They stood proud.
Though all sorts of weathers and disasters would batter them, they would stand for as long as nature would permit.
The tom would take note of their actions
...
and made a silent vow to himself.
He will stand proud as long as nature permits.
Someone was near. Watching.
The tom could feel it.
[ i n d e e d ]
.
Oh how unexpected.
The Turkish Van's gait was almost regal as he trotted along, among the trees.
But this tom was far from royal, no. In fact. He was a soldier.
Yes a soldier.
From where he came, the name of warrior was unknown. All militaristic terms were used.
And why was this Van among trees? Of course his element was water, was it not? Of course it was!
So what would draw him to the forests of TreeClan?
His old home.
Yes, though his instincts drew him to the water, he could never live there. His old home clung too closely to his heart to give up the life of a forest cat.
But....with a tom whose home was held so closely to his heart, why didnt he return to it?
It went back to that day. The last mission he would go on in his old homeland. He had been with his squad; his comrades.
Everything had gone black all at once.
When he awoke, he was in a strange land. Strange smells. Strange terrain. His memory of that day was hazy and not clear at all.
But what stuck out most in his memory; was his homeland, and his comrades from the Squad.
But now he was starting new. For all he knew, his homeland could be hundreds and hundreds of miles away.
He just didn't know how right he was.
Though it pained him to do so, he would start over.
Find a new Unit.
........
Make new comrades.
At this thought, a sharp pain twinged in his chest, making him close and eye and cringe, but not stop his steady trot.
Almost marching.
He looked up at the trees...they stood tall. They stood proud.
Though all sorts of weathers and disasters would batter them, they would stand for as long as nature would permit.
The tom would take note of their actions
...
and made a silent vow to himself.
He will stand proud as long as nature permits.
Someone was near. Watching.
The tom could feel it.
I guess i'm just cheerful today as well. ^^
Please and thanks. ^^))