&when.it.rains*.on.this.side.it.touches.EVERYTHING

[--[aiko-chan]--]

Rain fell steadily from the sky, gently sprinkling over everything in sight. The tall grass waved in the breeze, reaching toward the sky as if happy for the cleansing and wet water that fell so steadily from the cloud covered sky.

From within the tall grass was a beautiful white and gray cat, stepping lighting in the rain. Her paws seemed to glide over the ground, leaving not a pawprint in their wake. She walked silently through the grass, her round blue eyes glowing in the gently light of the moon. Her ears were twisted forward, taking in every sound and listening for any danger.

She was in a new territory, a place she knew nothing of, so she was on her toes, careful to keep herself from being caught offguard.

But she wasn't afraid. She was never afraid of what could come.

"Stupid rain," she mumbled almost silently to herself, pushing through the tall grass and finding herself in a small clearing. She was looking for any cat to come out and help her, or at least come out and fight her. She didn't care either way.

It had been so long since she had seen another cat that she almost believed she was the only one left.

"Could I really be the only cat left?" she complained, pausing and looking up at the moon barely visible in the sky. It bathed her in a silver light, making her fur glow. Her round blue eyes stared up at it, her thoughts wandering as she hoped she wouldn't be alone much longer...

OOC Crappy post. >>

[Kest]

Another gray and white cat crested the hill, gazing across the plains with a critical eye.

Kestrel missed the weight of Brightgate on her shoulder. Since the war, things had changed. She could still smell the blood in her camp, and she thought she saw many in her Clan looking fixedly away from where they knew those kits had been buried.
Perhaps it was her imagination.
She sometimes caught herself doing that same thing: avoiding the spot. As if it were cursed...or just memories of a darker time.

The sight of her half-sister's face never failed to send a pang through her. Once such a good-looking cat--now ugly. Scarred and disfigured.

Things will get better, Kestrel thought with a sigh. She knew they would, as they always did...but the road there was rough.

And here, an intruder. "What business have you here?" the RisingClan leader called out, her voice cutting clearly through the rain. She wound her way through the long grass and down the hill toward the intruder. The leader looked tired...but she also looked proud.

New members, fresh blood--it was part of what her Clan needed to rebuilt, and to become stronger than it ever was.
If this cat truely sought to join, that goal was one step closer to becoming reality.

[--[aiko-chan]--]

At the sound of the voice somewhere nearby, Raindance snarled, her fur bristling as she whipped around toward the voice. But when she saw the white and gray cat walking toward her, she attempted to relax, trying to show some respect toward this proud looking cat.

After all, she needed help.

She narrowed her eyes, allowing her fur to flatten. The rain was beginning to steady a little, and she looked up at the leader. Although she made no notion to backdown, she nodded her head in respect.

"I am simply a wanderer, stranger," she replied carefully, looking back up at the cat. "I am Raindance, and I've been traveling, searching for a place to call home." She paused, looking curiously at the tired but proud cat in front of her. "Could you tell me where I am? I had no intention of intruding." Her tail flicked behind her gently, and she shuddered gently, the rain seeping through her fur and cooling her flesh.[/size][/font]

[brokenwings]

Bloodrain watched stealthily from the shadows at the two cats. "Hmmm. I suppose I should settle down at some point," he muttered to himself "After all, it's more likely someone will want a mate in a clan." Bloodrain cringed as he cut a small shred of grass with his claw and in the process, sliced a small wound in himself as well. He winced slightly at the blood that came from the laceration. He bent his head and lapped at the wound. He contemplated his earlier words and moved upwind of the felines. Silently as a ghost, he rustled the bushes with his tail, hoping it would attract attention.

[Pripyat]

ooc - This is an old posts. If you'd like your Bloodrain to try to join RisingClan, could you please start a new thread? Sorry. ^