Post by Windchime '07 on Jul 21, 2007 21:36:37 GMT -5
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The grass beneith her paws rippled like an ocean, with waves of amber tickling the pads trodden on. Greenleaf brought with it tall grasses that masked not only the delicate scent of a female -- but the mixture of RiverClan and ofcourse something else. Windchime's thick pelt of silver mirrored the swaying tendrils with the chips of orange fluttering carelessly as leaves caught in a pool of grey. There the she-cat sat, bright aqua eyes focused on the sea of grass and the little pink nose adorning her visage wrinkled at the earthy scent of mooreland as it binded with the not-far-off river and the bittersweet memories clinging to her breast. It had been so long since she looked out to WindClan, so long since she remembered the sleek black tom who'd shared more than his wisdom with her. Hollowheart's gleaming yellow eyes returned to her and yet were wisked so easily off on the wind. Stormstar had said he'd be back. Then where was he?
She knew, she knew that with a few steps she could be where they once stood -- sharing a joke over fresh-kill, sharing some heart-fealt advise, sharing her first-born daughter.
However...
She knew, she knew that with a few steps in the opposite direction that she could be with Dragonstar. His masculine face, wrapped in orange fuzz from with twin orbs of the most dazzling amber would gaze lovingly at her. He had fathered her kits. He had done so much. She loved him.
She loved Hollow.
She loved them.
From Soul to Windpaw. From Windstorm to Windchime, life had been hard. True; not every queen runs away from home, falls in love, attempts to murder three cats, falls in love again, hides her love, nearly gets exhiled from her Clan, looses her seccond love, looses her seccond daughter to her sister, plots to murder her ex-leader for the rape of her sister, and winds up staring out to the grass-sea with nothing but bitter memories and no clue what to do with herself. I guess we can say that Windchime isn't so normal.
She sighed, allowing the sunhigh light to warm her fur. It was peaceful, however she could always use some company,
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The grass beneith her paws rippled like an ocean, with waves of amber tickling the pads trodden on. Greenleaf brought with it tall grasses that masked not only the delicate scent of a female -- but the mixture of RiverClan and ofcourse something else. Windchime's thick pelt of silver mirrored the swaying tendrils with the chips of orange fluttering carelessly as leaves caught in a pool of grey. There the she-cat sat, bright aqua eyes focused on the sea of grass and the little pink nose adorning her visage wrinkled at the earthy scent of mooreland as it binded with the not-far-off river and the bittersweet memories clinging to her breast. It had been so long since she looked out to WindClan, so long since she remembered the sleek black tom who'd shared more than his wisdom with her. Hollowheart's gleaming yellow eyes returned to her and yet were wisked so easily off on the wind. Stormstar had said he'd be back. Then where was he?
She knew, she knew that with a few steps she could be where they once stood -- sharing a joke over fresh-kill, sharing some heart-fealt advise, sharing her first-born daughter.
However...
She knew, she knew that with a few steps in the opposite direction that she could be with Dragonstar. His masculine face, wrapped in orange fuzz from with twin orbs of the most dazzling amber would gaze lovingly at her. He had fathered her kits. He had done so much. She loved him.
She loved Hollow.
She loved them.
From Soul to Windpaw. From Windstorm to Windchime, life had been hard. True; not every queen runs away from home, falls in love, attempts to murder three cats, falls in love again, hides her love, nearly gets exhiled from her Clan, looses her seccond love, looses her seccond daughter to her sister, plots to murder her ex-leader for the rape of her sister, and winds up staring out to the grass-sea with nothing but bitter memories and no clue what to do with herself. I guess we can say that Windchime isn't so normal.
She sighed, allowing the sunhigh light to warm her fur. It was peaceful, however she could always use some company,
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