Post by shadsy on May 12, 2013 21:31:17 GMT -5
I work in the dead of night
When the roads are quiet, no one is around
To track my moves, racing the yellow lights
To find the gate is open
I just step on through
[/color][/right]When the roads are quiet, no one is around
To track my moves, racing the yellow lights
To find the gate is open
I just step on through
[/blockquote][/blockquote]The day was warm. The breeze was soft. The sky was blue. It was a beautiful day to any cat. It was a picturesque day, something that should be noted. It was not often that the clans got this kind of weather in spring. The blooming flowers made the bleak Shadowclan territory seem bright and happy. The soft breeze blew away gently any nasty smells that might arise from the marshes. The ground was soft underfoot from all the rain, but it was not necessarily muddy. It was a wonderful day to be out, and so that is exactly what the she-cat did.
Her sleek midnight form wove its way through the trees of Shadowclan territory. They blocked out most of the sun, but dappled spots still got through, warming her pelt. She glorified in it. She lived the sunny days, but she loved storms even more. The raging, pelting rain type of storms. She would walk around the marshes in that kind of weather. However, every once and a while the sun was nice too. She would not stay out in it long, though. She was on a mission.
Her steps, light and silent as always, suddenly picked up pace. They had a determined aura to them, and her eyes were steely as always. She had the look that made other cats think twice about talking to her. Her muscles rippled under her ebony coat, enhancing her intimidating aura. She had just left camp, but was already halfway to her destination. Her legs were long and powerful, carrying her step far. She was not exactly the largest cat, nor did she wish to be. She had hidden power though. She certainly was not a defenseless little she-cat. Nor was she innocent. Her cold, emotionless eyes showed she was far from that. The scar on her neck told stories without words.
Her paws brought her to a stop in front of the thunderpath. Her gray orbs that she called eyes searched the side if it. She knew they were here somewhere. They had to be. She walked up the side a little, toward Thunderclan territory, her eyes still avidly searching. Finally, she spotted a little hole, seemingly unimportant to the ignorant eye. She rejoiced in her ability to remember such things. She padded over to the hole and loomed around for any curious eyes that did not belong. When she was satisfied there was none, she crawled in. The tunnels were narrow, but not claustrophobic. She did no go anywhere, however. She simply sat there, her head poking out and laying on the ground. It was cool inside the tunnel, more cool than any shade a tree could offer her. To her, she had found the best spot.
She laid there, but dared not close her eyes. She was close enough to the border she had to keep an eye out. She would hate for Tigerstar to wonder over near the border without her noticing. She would truly hate to pass up such an experience as that. It would prove enlightening for sure. An audible sigh escaped her maw as she listened to the symphony of the forest. It truly was beautiful, but she could not summon up the emotions to actually care. There were few things left in the world left that she actually cared about. Life had taught her well. Her steel colored eyes found a butterfly fluttering in the air, she once again found herself marveling at the beauty of them. They were so free, so careless. They did not have rules to follow or a clan to protect to feed. They were the definition of free, and oh how she envied them
S H A D O W F A L L
[muse] good.
[word count] 616.
[music] John Mayer.
[comments] I started writing and just could nit stop.... I apologize.