Post by Cinder.and.Flightfall on May 23, 2010 19:29:30 GMT -5
Moth
[/color][/center]paw
[/color][/center][/i]Keep it
[/font][/color][/center] sweet
[/color][/font][/center]Keep it
[/color][/font][/center] slow
[/color][/font][/center]Let the future pass
[/color][/font][/center]And don't let go
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A beautiful monarch butterfly flitted across the plains, its wings reflecting the bright sunlight that shined onto the earth. It moved with grace, it moved with life, and on any other occasion young Mothpaw would've been darting after the insect as if it were the last piece of prey that she'd ever eat. But not today. Today the young cat merely watched, her light blue eyes following the butterfly's every movement. Mothpaw's bright ginger tail wrapped over her white paws, her white pelt catching on the rays of the sunlight just like the butterfly's wings. She looked much older, much more mature. It was strange, for Mothpaw was always considered the kitten that'd never grow up. Yet here she was, not even feeling the slightest urge to chase after the butterfly. It was only a matter of time that the young cat would lose her kittish behavior, but no one had wished it'd happen to her like this. Another death had occurred in WindClan, and again it was someone close to Mothpaw. This death had been the one that finally changed Mothpaw, for better or for worse. Every loss of life pushed the kitten until, finally, she just had to grow up. And now instead of growing up too slowly, she was growing up too fast.[/blockquote][/color]
Was everyone around her doomed to misery? Would she lose everything in her life? Every family member had been ripped so easily from her grasp. She was nearly alone, but not quite. No, she still had Snifflepaw. Her best friend since they were young kits in the nursery. Remembering all the pranks they'd pull, all the fun times they had, made her eyes seem to light up with a smile. The light in her eyes vanished, though, and she found herself finally tearing her gaze from the butterfly. She and Snifflepaw hadn't spoken very often, not since Cheetahpelt's death really. Mothpaw feared losing her best friend too, but maybe it was for the best. Maybe Snifflepaw would be as doomed as the rest of the people that grew close to Mothpaw. Maybe distance would keep him safe. Mothpaw wasn't rational, despite growing up so fast, and didn't realize how ridiculous her thoughts were. In her mind they made perfect sense, and it scared her to death to think of losing Snifflepaw.
The butterfly seemed to realize that it wasn't the attention of the young cat sitting on a hill anymore. It fluttered over to Mothpaw, dancing around her ears and hovering in front of her face for a moment. Mothpaw blinked and batted at the butterfly not out of playfulness, but to get it away. When the butterfly was gone Mothpaw let out a soft sigh, laying down in the tall grass so that the tiny she-cat practically disappeared. She was suddenly tired, though she didn't know why. All Mothpaw knew was that she missed her old life. She missed the carefree days of kithood, missed the days that Cheetahpelt would share hunting and fighting techniques with her, missed the pranks she and Snifflepaw would pull. All those days felt so far away as life already started to take its toll on the young she-cat. She'd lost every blood relative before she even reached apprenticeship. She was becoming distant from her best friend. She'd lost her mentor. Did she deserve for everything to come apart in this way? Whimpering Mothpaw wrapped her tail around her body, covering her nose and the scars along it. She just wanted to lay there, to clear her head, to get away.
