Post by Cinder.and.Flightfall on Feb 3, 2008 18:49:50 GMT -5
Am I useless because of something as little as not being able to talk? Honestly, what does that have to do with my hunting and fighting. At nine moons old, I am still confined to the Nursery.
Maybe it's time for a change.
Silentkit
Reeds swayed in the early dawn breeze. Dark storm clouds hung in the sky, threatening to drop their load of rain at any second on an unsuspecting victim. The clouds completely covered the rising sun, plunging to area into a night-like stage of darkness. But this type of darkness was different. There was no moon hanging overhead, no stars glittering in the black night sky. There was no light at all, visible to any eye.
The clouds didn't seem to want to move from their position of blocking the sun. It was as if they wanted to keep the world so... dark. So dead. Even some of the plants were dead, their leaves drooping and their stems bending. The normally vibrantly covered flower petals now appeared gray, like something from a black and white photo. It was the perfect setting for the young cat's dreary mood.
Her long white pelt, three silver streaks running across her side, fluffed out as the wind rushed by. Her cold, icy blue eyes stared emotionlessly ahead, her long tail swishing with every step she took. Her claws were unsheathed, digging into the cold, wet ground as she walked swiftly toward the border. The ThunderClan border.
What was she doing? She barely knew. Her mind was simply set on walking toward the foresty landscape. What was it that made her want to journey toward, and maybe into, another clan's territory? She didn't know. Her paws were working on their own, only stopping when she reached the river that marked as a border between the two territories.
The she-cat blinked, and a single tear fell from her icy blue eye. For a moment, all the anger, betrayal and hurt vanished from her gaze. Her gaze became sad, lost, and alone. But it vanished within an instant, and her cold emotionless gaze returned. Her gaze moved toward the rushing river, for now not frozen by leafbare. But the water was frigid, she could tell from where she stood.
No, the she-cat was not joining ThunderClan. She wasn't joining any clan. Looking back toward RiverClan camp, she realized that she just wanted to leave. RiverClan was no home to her, and that was obvious. Clans took simple disabilities- being mute, for instance- to the extremes. The she-cat knew for a fact that in the eyes of many cats, she was useless because of one stupid thing. So what if she couldn't speak? She could hunt and fight! But when the clan saw a disability, the source was immediately shunned.
The she-cat found herself laying down, watching the river. She had to figure out where she was going from here. To the loner terras, maybe? It seemed like a much better place then where she was at now.
Thunder crashed overhead, and immediately the downpour that was held in was unleashed. Rain poured onto the ground, immediately plastering the small cat's pelt to her body. Shivering once, the cat laid her head on her paws. Once the rain stopped, she knew exactly where she was going. And it wasn't back to camp.
Maybe it's time for a change.
Silentkit
Reeds swayed in the early dawn breeze. Dark storm clouds hung in the sky, threatening to drop their load of rain at any second on an unsuspecting victim. The clouds completely covered the rising sun, plunging to area into a night-like stage of darkness. But this type of darkness was different. There was no moon hanging overhead, no stars glittering in the black night sky. There was no light at all, visible to any eye.
The clouds didn't seem to want to move from their position of blocking the sun. It was as if they wanted to keep the world so... dark. So dead. Even some of the plants were dead, their leaves drooping and their stems bending. The normally vibrantly covered flower petals now appeared gray, like something from a black and white photo. It was the perfect setting for the young cat's dreary mood.
Her long white pelt, three silver streaks running across her side, fluffed out as the wind rushed by. Her cold, icy blue eyes stared emotionlessly ahead, her long tail swishing with every step she took. Her claws were unsheathed, digging into the cold, wet ground as she walked swiftly toward the border. The ThunderClan border.
What was she doing? She barely knew. Her mind was simply set on walking toward the foresty landscape. What was it that made her want to journey toward, and maybe into, another clan's territory? She didn't know. Her paws were working on their own, only stopping when she reached the river that marked as a border between the two territories.
The she-cat blinked, and a single tear fell from her icy blue eye. For a moment, all the anger, betrayal and hurt vanished from her gaze. Her gaze became sad, lost, and alone. But it vanished within an instant, and her cold emotionless gaze returned. Her gaze moved toward the rushing river, for now not frozen by leafbare. But the water was frigid, she could tell from where she stood.
No, the she-cat was not joining ThunderClan. She wasn't joining any clan. Looking back toward RiverClan camp, she realized that she just wanted to leave. RiverClan was no home to her, and that was obvious. Clans took simple disabilities- being mute, for instance- to the extremes. The she-cat knew for a fact that in the eyes of many cats, she was useless because of one stupid thing. So what if she couldn't speak? She could hunt and fight! But when the clan saw a disability, the source was immediately shunned.
The she-cat found herself laying down, watching the river. She had to figure out where she was going from here. To the loner terras, maybe? It seemed like a much better place then where she was at now.
Thunder crashed overhead, and immediately the downpour that was held in was unleashed. Rain poured onto the ground, immediately plastering the small cat's pelt to her body. Shivering once, the cat laid her head on her paws. Once the rain stopped, she knew exactly where she was going. And it wasn't back to camp.
