Post by Viridian-Paws on Dec 18, 2009 20:58:00 GMT -5
The mild heat hung heavily over the meadow, until the air was suddenly refreshed by a swiftly passing zephyr. The brisk chill stirred the high grasses of the meadow, they swayed and rattled in the breeze. A chorus of crickets continued to chirp in sync, undisturbed by the gust of air. Then, the wall of shoots began to tremble violently. The drumming of paws echoed across the clearing, harmonizing with the melody of the crickets. Within moments, a young she-cat exploded through the plant-barrier.
Blades of grass and a flurry of other debris, were sprayed about for several tail-lengths. The crickets scattered, and then regrouped to continue practicing their symphony. The vibrant tri-colored cat continued to race through the field, running more for sheer delight than necessity. Ears buffeted by the wind, and whiskers plastered to her muzzle, she kept up her sprint like a horse in flight. And that was her name, Horseflight.
She proceeded to run, looking like nothing more than a brown-and-white flash. As her fine, silky tail streamed behind her, she closed her eyes contentedly. Finally! No more will I have to deal with those cramped, narrow labyrinths in Twolegplace! She reopened her eyes just in time to notice an approaching obstacle. Bunching the powerful muscles in her long hind limbs, she cleared the stones blocking her path. The wind battered her fur as she soared over, coursing through her body and renewing her spirit. While landing, she sighted a patch of soft grass at the base of a small hill to her right.
Gradually, she came to a halt. Her nostrils flared as they cycled oxygen, and her long white limbs trembled slightly from her long run. At last, she had to resort to panting, to keep herself from overheating. But she soon recovered, she was used to dashing about like this. In fact, she did it all the time. After regaining her breath, she righted her black-dipped paws so that they were neatly aligned. She let her tail slack, its black tip dragging limply over the grass. She turned her bright cerulean eyes towards the claw-shaped moon. Even the sliver of a moon, made the white splashes on her pelt glow luminously. Her gaze then turned to survey the newly-found landscape around her.
Blades of grass and a flurry of other debris, were sprayed about for several tail-lengths. The crickets scattered, and then regrouped to continue practicing their symphony. The vibrant tri-colored cat continued to race through the field, running more for sheer delight than necessity. Ears buffeted by the wind, and whiskers plastered to her muzzle, she kept up her sprint like a horse in flight. And that was her name, Horseflight.
She proceeded to run, looking like nothing more than a brown-and-white flash. As her fine, silky tail streamed behind her, she closed her eyes contentedly. Finally! No more will I have to deal with those cramped, narrow labyrinths in Twolegplace! She reopened her eyes just in time to notice an approaching obstacle. Bunching the powerful muscles in her long hind limbs, she cleared the stones blocking her path. The wind battered her fur as she soared over, coursing through her body and renewing her spirit. While landing, she sighted a patch of soft grass at the base of a small hill to her right.
Gradually, she came to a halt. Her nostrils flared as they cycled oxygen, and her long white limbs trembled slightly from her long run. At last, she had to resort to panting, to keep herself from overheating. But she soon recovered, she was used to dashing about like this. In fact, she did it all the time. After regaining her breath, she righted her black-dipped paws so that they were neatly aligned. She let her tail slack, its black tip dragging limply over the grass. She turned her bright cerulean eyes towards the claw-shaped moon. Even the sliver of a moon, made the white splashes on her pelt glow luminously. Her gaze then turned to survey the newly-found landscape around her.
