Post by PoisonedLyric on Jul 7, 2008 12:03:07 GMT -5
The once hot lands of the Loner Territory where now covered with clouds that had fallen from there home. The sun seemed so far away; as clouds and mist swirled around the territory. Mist was never a good thing for this land; for when there was mist. You couldn't see your own whiskers. The wind blew softly; yet caused small vortexes of mist to spiral around. These "little tornadoes" where never fast enough to do anything; the life span was only a few seconds long before disappearing. Like blowing out a candle.
The smell of mist was everywhere; not even the game could escape the smell. Without two of the senses, smell and sight; things where much harder for the lifeforms of this territory. When mist came it usually stayed; stuck to the territory like glue. These mists would last no more then two days; but those two days where so slow. It felt like moon apone moons of mist. For the cats that lived in clans; the mist would be the worst thing ever to happen to them. For the broken stars of Starclan where always covered; out of sight of any cat who wished to ask for forgiveness or help. The mist was what split Starclan away from Earth and earth away from Starclan. when mist came; Starclan went.
A black and white tom-cat slowly slithered through the mist; the tom's violet orbs glowed with pain. The tom had been walking through the mist all night long, searching for prey for his Father's "clan". The tom let out a weak sigh yet was filled with joy at the sight of the willow tree. It stood so tall; so proud. It was a symbol of resistant. Just like the loners; they would never be torn down my the clans. Nor would they ever join the rouge's side.
The tom purred softly; his purr weak from hunger and exhaustion. The tom started t owalk again; his orbs staring at the tree. It's branches hung from the tree, making it look weak. Yet then why, why was it so strong. The tom walked closer to the Tree; then out of the corner of his eye he spotted the boulder, that his Ansestors clawed at. Claw marks ran down this boulder; moons and moons of cats. Alone. cold, scared. So many loners must have died alone by the boulder. Just counting the days untill they died.
Lyric stared at the boulder for some time before entering the camp. HE looked around for other cats, but the mist had become thicker and now all around him was the fallen clouds that wern't go enough to be with Starclan. "Hello" he called out hoping for an answer.
The smell of mist was everywhere; not even the game could escape the smell. Without two of the senses, smell and sight; things where much harder for the lifeforms of this territory. When mist came it usually stayed; stuck to the territory like glue. These mists would last no more then two days; but those two days where so slow. It felt like moon apone moons of mist. For the cats that lived in clans; the mist would be the worst thing ever to happen to them. For the broken stars of Starclan where always covered; out of sight of any cat who wished to ask for forgiveness or help. The mist was what split Starclan away from Earth and earth away from Starclan. when mist came; Starclan went.
A black and white tom-cat slowly slithered through the mist; the tom's violet orbs glowed with pain. The tom had been walking through the mist all night long, searching for prey for his Father's "clan". The tom let out a weak sigh yet was filled with joy at the sight of the willow tree. It stood so tall; so proud. It was a symbol of resistant. Just like the loners; they would never be torn down my the clans. Nor would they ever join the rouge's side.
The tom purred softly; his purr weak from hunger and exhaustion. The tom started t owalk again; his orbs staring at the tree. It's branches hung from the tree, making it look weak. Yet then why, why was it so strong. The tom walked closer to the Tree; then out of the corner of his eye he spotted the boulder, that his Ansestors clawed at. Claw marks ran down this boulder; moons and moons of cats. Alone. cold, scared. So many loners must have died alone by the boulder. Just counting the days untill they died.
Lyric stared at the boulder for some time before entering the camp. HE looked around for other cats, but the mist had become thicker and now all around him was the fallen clouds that wern't go enough to be with Starclan. "Hello" he called out hoping for an answer.
