Post by Beetlestripe (fiah!) on Jan 11, 2014 22:37:47 GMT -5
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Beetlestripe's padded feet made not a single sound as she descended underground, weaving around the turns in the rock, her form a strong and flowing line. At times when the walls were threatening to come closer and crush her under their bulk, her fur helped her glide on past like the chuckling river over a polished rock bed. Though she had never been here before, her senses guided her without her knowing, like a powerful body-possessing wraith. Whiskers twitching, eyes gleaming, she finally came upon the small cavern. The moonstone lay in the middle, a small mass that emitted power like a crouching animal. From the roof of the cavern, a few small rays shone through the holes that pock-marked the worn rock, allowing light to touch the stone and give it a glow. Though the stone itself gave off a warm light, the mustiness in the air and the roar of the earth around her gave Beetlestripe the feeling of claustrophobia, the feeling that she would never see the sun again. Pure curiosity drove her here. From the few things her father told her about the Clans, the moonstone was a sacred thing to the warriors. At one point on her walk here, she considered the sacrilegious meaning her presence would hold, but she brushed the thought away like a small fly. The land was for anyone to claim or see--just because she wasn't a Clan cat that worshiped StarClan didn't mean she didn't have a right to be here! She did have a lot of Clan blood rushing through her body, but she was deaf to the call of her ancestry. The moonstone may have had so much more meaning to others Clan cat descendants, or those that had no Clan blood at all, but Beetlestripe was oblivious to it and saw only a rock that was only a little bit beautiful. The torbie she-cat yawned wide, her pink tongue flashing in the darkness. She had come all this way to look at a rock, a little bit disappointed and irritated that she had done so. Beetlestripe shrugged her shoulders, a small twitched along her spine, and settled down by the rock, content to nap here for a little while. She drifted into sleep quickly, but her mind was free of dreams. Nightmares and premonitions tried to permeate her calm sleep, but her mind was a steel barrier and the tendrils of magic ran off her like water on a duck's feathers. Nothing could be heard now except for her gentle breathing. status: finished tag: whoever muse: surprisingly, pretty decent lyrics: let her go listening to: frozen soundtrack |
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