Post by icekit on Aug 16, 2006 18:01:04 GMT -5
A spotted cat leaped on top of a stone. Sapho padded silently to the edge of the cliff. When he looked up his jaw dropped, a vast view was spread before him. A great forest was to the east, a waterfall to the north and from that waterfall a stream. To the south lay wheat fields and plains and the cliff which he was standing on was in the west. If he looked into a small Field just north of him he could barely make out some small cats training and hunting. Sapho looked down again, all most smack in the middle of everything was a dry waste land. The more he looked at it the harder it became to breath like some malice was choking him. Sapho sat down his spotted pelt rippling in the breeze, Starclan will guide me, he thought as he looked across his new home.