Post by ~All I Need on Nov 25, 2008 14:47:32 GMT -5
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ROGUE[/color]
.sometimes life seems too quiet.
.into paralyzing silence.
.like the moonless dark.
.meant to make me strong.
The snow couldn't touch the ground as it fell to land peacefully. The branches above had formed a warm, protective canopy that made many animals of many species congregate here to stay warm and out of the horrible weather. Snow had decided to come early this year, and brought forth with it joy and wonder to kits, anger to elderly cats, and mellowness to few cats. Though many didn't like the cold, wet substance, a beautiful rogue she-cat didn't mind it in the slightest bit. Her long, elegant fur kept the cold away from her and though it would get soaked, she still didn't pay much attention to the frost.
Her white paws carried her to the edge of the Willow Haunt. She knew this place left and right, up and down. A map of the labyrinth was stored in her cranium and could manuvere out of her even in the dead of night. And when under the willows' canopy, cave darkness.
Sodium green eyes stared out at the glum expanse that stretched vastly before her. The marshes of ShadowClan, the plains of WindClan, and then the towering mountains of the horizon. The eyes blinked once, twice. Slowly. She could think of nothing that could truly explain her long absence to her sister. How could she? She left the night her parents died. The cat sighed and continued to look out at the quiet, snowing scene.
.familiar breath of my old lies.
.changed the color in my eyes.
.soon he will perforate.
.the fabric of the peaceful by and by.
{{Lyrics from Sorrow by Flyleaf}}
.sometimes life seems too quiet.
.into paralyzing silence.
.like the moonless dark.
.meant to make me strong.
The snow couldn't touch the ground as it fell to land peacefully. The branches above had formed a warm, protective canopy that made many animals of many species congregate here to stay warm and out of the horrible weather. Snow had decided to come early this year, and brought forth with it joy and wonder to kits, anger to elderly cats, and mellowness to few cats. Though many didn't like the cold, wet substance, a beautiful rogue she-cat didn't mind it in the slightest bit. Her long, elegant fur kept the cold away from her and though it would get soaked, she still didn't pay much attention to the frost.
Her white paws carried her to the edge of the Willow Haunt. She knew this place left and right, up and down. A map of the labyrinth was stored in her cranium and could manuvere out of her even in the dead of night. And when under the willows' canopy, cave darkness.
Sodium green eyes stared out at the glum expanse that stretched vastly before her. The marshes of ShadowClan, the plains of WindClan, and then the towering mountains of the horizon. The eyes blinked once, twice. Slowly. She could think of nothing that could truly explain her long absence to her sister. How could she? She left the night her parents died. The cat sighed and continued to look out at the quiet, snowing scene.
.familiar breath of my old lies.
.changed the color in my eyes.
.soon he will perforate.
.the fabric of the peaceful by and by.
{{Lyrics from Sorrow by Flyleaf}}
