Post by Blackie™ on Aug 6, 2014 16:48:25 GMT -8
Dry leaves swirled in the faint breeze, landing carelessly on the flowing river's surface. The breeze had the tang of the sun's heat, and the drying lands. It was a time of drought, not many clouds in the sky, and just as little prey. The clacking of river stones sounded as they slid, and collided into each other; disturbed by a white shape as it passed by. A few made the distinct ploop! as they fell into the river, losing their place along the bank. Drawing closer, the shape gave form to that of a fluffy feline, taking a stroll alongside the gurgling water. Despite the low number of clouds in the sky, one followed behind the small cat, almost as if she was being protected from the sun.
He green eyes flashed, glancing up to the lone cloud. Thank you, for the shade you have provided on this Leaf-Green day. She sent her thoughts on the breeze, knowing the Ancestors would hear. It had been a few moons since Cloudwhisper's retirement to the life of an Elder, and she had finally accepted her new position. It was one of the hardest things to give in to, yet now she could walk around without a care in the world. Her only focus, was to enjoy the day.
An arching tree sat ahead, the shade inviting. Her cloud had since left, leaving Cloudwhisper a victim to the burning sun. Her legs began to ache as she grew closer, making the tree all the more appealing to rest by. If luck was on her side, a stray vole would be hunting for seeds in the tree's roots. Her jaws parted, tasting the surrounding air. While her eyesight and hearing may fail, Cloudwhisper could at least rely on her sense of smell. Movement flickered in front of her, near one of the tree's roots. Crouching, the older she-cat stalked forward, though a bit clumsily from her aching joints. Luck was on her side, though, as she pounced toward the small rodent. Nipping the warm creatures neck, she said a thank you to her Ancestors, then carried her catch to the shaded bank.
Strange...this doesn't taste like any vole I've had... Setting down her prey, the she-cat sighed, seeing a long bushy tail instead of the bone-skinny one voles had typically. I caught a squirrel...guess I am losing my sense of smell too, haha! She shook her head in amusement, and began to eat her not-vole. Laughing about situations like this, made them all the better. She could never be a Warrior again, Cloudwhisper knew in her heart. It would certainly make a good story to tell the kits, and Apprentices though. And Emberpaw. The she-cat sighed as the young feline crossed her mind. They had grown close, almost like mother and daughter. Any day now, she would be named a Warrior. Yet, it seemed the Elder may not be around to watch. Sadness and guilt washed over her all at once, bringing tears to her green eyes. Life could be so cruel.
Burying the squirrel's remains, Cloudwhisper took in the scene once more, enjoying the light breeze that ruffled her pelt. Maybe she could talk to the Clan leader. Maybe, just maybe, Emberpaw could be named before StarClan called the elder home.
He green eyes flashed, glancing up to the lone cloud. Thank you, for the shade you have provided on this Leaf-Green day. She sent her thoughts on the breeze, knowing the Ancestors would hear. It had been a few moons since Cloudwhisper's retirement to the life of an Elder, and she had finally accepted her new position. It was one of the hardest things to give in to, yet now she could walk around without a care in the world. Her only focus, was to enjoy the day.
An arching tree sat ahead, the shade inviting. Her cloud had since left, leaving Cloudwhisper a victim to the burning sun. Her legs began to ache as she grew closer, making the tree all the more appealing to rest by. If luck was on her side, a stray vole would be hunting for seeds in the tree's roots. Her jaws parted, tasting the surrounding air. While her eyesight and hearing may fail, Cloudwhisper could at least rely on her sense of smell. Movement flickered in front of her, near one of the tree's roots. Crouching, the older she-cat stalked forward, though a bit clumsily from her aching joints. Luck was on her side, though, as she pounced toward the small rodent. Nipping the warm creatures neck, she said a thank you to her Ancestors, then carried her catch to the shaded bank.
Strange...this doesn't taste like any vole I've had... Setting down her prey, the she-cat sighed, seeing a long bushy tail instead of the bone-skinny one voles had typically. I caught a squirrel...guess I am losing my sense of smell too, haha! She shook her head in amusement, and began to eat her not-vole. Laughing about situations like this, made them all the better. She could never be a Warrior again, Cloudwhisper knew in her heart. It would certainly make a good story to tell the kits, and Apprentices though. And Emberpaw. The she-cat sighed as the young feline crossed her mind. They had grown close, almost like mother and daughter. Any day now, she would be named a Warrior. Yet, it seemed the Elder may not be around to watch. Sadness and guilt washed over her all at once, bringing tears to her green eyes. Life could be so cruel.
Burying the squirrel's remains, Cloudwhisper took in the scene once more, enjoying the light breeze that ruffled her pelt. Maybe she could talk to the Clan leader. Maybe, just maybe, Emberpaw could be named before StarClan called the elder home.
