Post by amberkit on Dec 27, 2006 19:14:17 GMT -5
Autumn slipped through the shadows of the undergrowth without a sound. It was night, and not a sliver of the moon could be seen through the dense clouds above. The wind was howling as hard as it could, hiding any sound the she cat might accidentally make. it also made it easier to move without attracting notice. Autumn thanked the weather for aiding her retreat. She hadn't wanted to stay at her home, alone with the ghosts of her past. Nor had she wanted to venture into clan territory. Somehow, it was even more painful to watch other's go about their daily lives, full of hope and purpose. Purpose... Autumn remembered that word well, for she knew it was that she'd been missing all these moons. A purpose beyond simply surviving from day to day. It was something that Autumn had yearned for keenly these past nights. She blinked, trying to clear these thought away without making any obvious movements. She hadn't come here searching for anything of that sort. Autumn had ventured this far into the unknown for something other than finding a new reason to live, or escaping her memories. She had come to this place to see the loners that lurked here. She had heard rumors, listening to the other house cats near her, that a cat, as cold and heartless as a demon, was gathering a group of cats together. Autumn wanted to know why, and she had decided to try and find one, to see if it gave any clues to it's mission.
Autumn stopped moving, holding as still as possible. She had thought she heard something. She was hidden in the thick, long grass and doubted that anyone could see her in it or hear her movements over the gale. She crouched even lower than before and crept foreword. She narrowed her eyes so they would reflect as little light as possible and looked through the grass. She saw a cat moving, and it wasn't alone. Her heart pumped loudly, and she hoped they couldn't hear it. Taking deep breaths to calm herself, she crept foreword, even slower than before, until she could hear what they were saying, though some of their words were lost in the wind...
Autumn stopped moving, holding as still as possible. She had thought she heard something. She was hidden in the thick, long grass and doubted that anyone could see her in it or hear her movements over the gale. She crouched even lower than before and crept foreword. She narrowed her eyes so they would reflect as little light as possible and looked through the grass. She saw a cat moving, and it wasn't alone. Her heart pumped loudly, and she hoped they couldn't hear it. Taking deep breaths to calm herself, she crept foreword, even slower than before, until she could hear what they were saying, though some of their words were lost in the wind...
