Post by Burningwing on Sept 25, 2007 15:41:21 GMT -5
The shadows danced. They flickered across the long rock faces, sweeping the darkness of their pelts across the sky, shading the indents of every stone, pebble, grain of sand. The marked their territory with glint of amber fireflies, darting among them and the faint buzzing of their wings against the air, pushing the small glowing bodies higher until they were veiled by the night, and sparkling of their petite lanterns lost for a few moments until once again they sparked up.
One shadow grew larger and sleeker, slithering over the soft marshy ground, across the frail crooked branches, and over the the large, weathered stones that lay jumbled together in the center of a clearing. The moonlight dappled the ground and glistened silver against the old grey boulders. The shadow leaped, it black pelt a smudge against the silent, yet so alive background, and landed with a small whop against the hard surface, then the scrabbling of claws.
Crowpaw paused, scenting the air. Her pitch black fur made her almost invisible against the twilight sky, and her long, elegant legs perched beneath her like the root of a tree. She curled her tail, strutting forward until she stood upon a large quartz boulder, which gleamed like polished crystal lit by the distant bright objects. She crouched, letting her legs stretch behind her, sliding over the smooth surface. A purr erupted from her chest, and she curled her front paws against her body, sinking her sharp, black claws into the fur slightly, admiring their length and raven-coloured sheath. She turned her pale blue gaze to the sky, where the flutter of wing beats met her ears as a night hawk soared among the stars, only a faint figure as it lifted up on a thermal. She blinked her eyes lazily, glancing at the flickering of the leaves. Soon she would be made a warrior, have a warrior status, and share a warrior den. The thought warmed her, but another question nagged at her. Would her brother be become a warrior also? Or was her to stay as an apprentice a bit longer, or maybe her wasn't an apprentice at all? The thought sunk into her like needle sharp fangs, and she twisted her head deep into her paw.
A crashing in the bushes stuck her awake and she jerked her head up. A frightful thought struck her, of her limp body carried away by a fox and her head being struck by a badger. Shakily, she rose to her paws, calling out into the haze, " Who's there!?"
One shadow grew larger and sleeker, slithering over the soft marshy ground, across the frail crooked branches, and over the the large, weathered stones that lay jumbled together in the center of a clearing. The moonlight dappled the ground and glistened silver against the old grey boulders. The shadow leaped, it black pelt a smudge against the silent, yet so alive background, and landed with a small whop against the hard surface, then the scrabbling of claws.
Crowpaw paused, scenting the air. Her pitch black fur made her almost invisible against the twilight sky, and her long, elegant legs perched beneath her like the root of a tree. She curled her tail, strutting forward until she stood upon a large quartz boulder, which gleamed like polished crystal lit by the distant bright objects. She crouched, letting her legs stretch behind her, sliding over the smooth surface. A purr erupted from her chest, and she curled her front paws against her body, sinking her sharp, black claws into the fur slightly, admiring their length and raven-coloured sheath. She turned her pale blue gaze to the sky, where the flutter of wing beats met her ears as a night hawk soared among the stars, only a faint figure as it lifted up on a thermal. She blinked her eyes lazily, glancing at the flickering of the leaves. Soon she would be made a warrior, have a warrior status, and share a warrior den. The thought warmed her, but another question nagged at her. Would her brother be become a warrior also? Or was her to stay as an apprentice a bit longer, or maybe her wasn't an apprentice at all? The thought sunk into her like needle sharp fangs, and she twisted her head deep into her paw.
A crashing in the bushes stuck her awake and she jerked her head up. A frightful thought struck her, of her limp body carried away by a fox and her head being struck by a badger. Shakily, she rose to her paws, calling out into the haze, " Who's there!?"
