Post by Scarheart321 on Jan 15, 2011 13:49:04 GMT -5
Soft yellow eyes tip toed across the still night morning and as she arose they lifted as stars with her. She departed from her brother's side and padded silently out of the warriors' den. With one look she wished to see her brother's smiling face but lately it was cast away like a spark of a flame turned to cool cinder. Her eyes masked downward as she lifted herself from the cool redemption of WindClan camp.
She burned with the loss of her own mind as she led her paws like water against the stream, watching the herbs and grass flow in the wind as if in a dance. The sun had not yet risen from its watery depths through the whistling hills but she felt the morning on her back as she padded her own way.
As she began to lie her body on the soft grass she heard a desperate growl come from above. She spun quickly as she saw the raw teeth of hunger come near her. Whiteheart spun like a tornado away from the fox that stood like a storm before her. As she was about to attack she felt her body flipped and as she landed she felt the air leave her body. Her eyes glanced up with pain as she looked up at the quick devil.
With a struggle she tried to arise from her spot only to feel her body was trapped under a branch. She struggled for her freedom but closed her eyes as she saw the fox leap. In an instance she heard a loud yowl and in the midst of a fight yipping and then silence. She shook as she opened her eyes from this nightmare and saw a dark tom standing before her. A struggle came but she was freed and as the sun rose on him her eyes widened, "Darkangel?"
A ghost from the past? Or was it just a mistake?
The tom shook his head quickly, not giving his identity away too easily. With seriousness laid on his face like rain he spoke, "No, I am Dark," he meowed, "Just a rouge."
He could not give away his identity or tell her he was in BloodClan, this was all too soon for the one he loved. Dark would never have come out of hiding if she were not in danger but it was done now. He waited anxiously to see if she would buy the lie he sold so eagerly.
She slowly nodded for this could not be Darkangel. Darkangel had been dead for many moons now, she had seen him go over the cliff with her own eyes. She approached softly and dipped her head, "I am Whiteheart," she meowed, finding an odd attraction to this stranger, "I'm sorry, you just looked like a long lost friend."
He shrugged, "It is fine, that happens," he meowed quickly, "But I must go, I do not belong here."
As she watched him trail away she yowled out but he seemed not to hear, "Thank you!"
She burned with the loss of her own mind as she led her paws like water against the stream, watching the herbs and grass flow in the wind as if in a dance. The sun had not yet risen from its watery depths through the whistling hills but she felt the morning on her back as she padded her own way.
As she began to lie her body on the soft grass she heard a desperate growl come from above. She spun quickly as she saw the raw teeth of hunger come near her. Whiteheart spun like a tornado away from the fox that stood like a storm before her. As she was about to attack she felt her body flipped and as she landed she felt the air leave her body. Her eyes glanced up with pain as she looked up at the quick devil.
With a struggle she tried to arise from her spot only to feel her body was trapped under a branch. She struggled for her freedom but closed her eyes as she saw the fox leap. In an instance she heard a loud yowl and in the midst of a fight yipping and then silence. She shook as she opened her eyes from this nightmare and saw a dark tom standing before her. A struggle came but she was freed and as the sun rose on him her eyes widened, "Darkangel?"
A ghost from the past? Or was it just a mistake?
The tom shook his head quickly, not giving his identity away too easily. With seriousness laid on his face like rain he spoke, "No, I am Dark," he meowed, "Just a rouge."
He could not give away his identity or tell her he was in BloodClan, this was all too soon for the one he loved. Dark would never have come out of hiding if she were not in danger but it was done now. He waited anxiously to see if she would buy the lie he sold so eagerly.
She slowly nodded for this could not be Darkangel. Darkangel had been dead for many moons now, she had seen him go over the cliff with her own eyes. She approached softly and dipped her head, "I am Whiteheart," she meowed, finding an odd attraction to this stranger, "I'm sorry, you just looked like a long lost friend."
He shrugged, "It is fine, that happens," he meowed quickly, "But I must go, I do not belong here."
As she watched him trail away she yowled out but he seemed not to hear, "Thank you!"
Sig thanks to Quiara! 
