Post by >> l i l l i a n on Nov 22, 2008 13:13:24 GMT -6
Step. Step. Creak.
She winced as the floorboards creaked beneath her dainty brown colored paws. Her beautiful eyes, large black saucers with blue trimmings, danced around with laughter she could not let out. She could not wake up her Clan this early. She took a few more small steps until she was close enough to jump. Bending down and bunching up her legs, she sprang up like a spring and landed silently on the edge of the fireplace hearth. She crawled into her nest inside the fire place, and tucked her nose into the warm moss.
She had been out in the territory before any cat had woken, and she had been at peace. The faintest hint of RapidClan scent was on her, for she had been down by the border. The water just before the rapids was icy cool, and its taste was sweet. It made her remember her mother's face, which she had only seen once before her mother died. She had closed her eyes for a moment, savoring the memory as long as she could. Then she had turned tail and raced back to the cabin, and curled up as she did every day.
She blinked awake, having dozed off in her warm nest. Outside of the cabin, she could hear the winds of early morning lapping at the walls. She heard the small mews and meows of Aromaberry's kits, a moon old. She smiled. It was a new day, and it was a beautiful one.
Jasminestar
She winced as the floorboards creaked beneath her dainty brown colored paws. Her beautiful eyes, large black saucers with blue trimmings, danced around with laughter she could not let out. She could not wake up her Clan this early. She took a few more small steps until she was close enough to jump. Bending down and bunching up her legs, she sprang up like a spring and landed silently on the edge of the fireplace hearth. She crawled into her nest inside the fire place, and tucked her nose into the warm moss.
She had been out in the territory before any cat had woken, and she had been at peace. The faintest hint of RapidClan scent was on her, for she had been down by the border. The water just before the rapids was icy cool, and its taste was sweet. It made her remember her mother's face, which she had only seen once before her mother died. She had closed her eyes for a moment, savoring the memory as long as she could. Then she had turned tail and raced back to the cabin, and curled up as she did every day.
She blinked awake, having dozed off in her warm nest. Outside of the cabin, she could hear the winds of early morning lapping at the walls. She heard the small mews and meows of Aromaberry's kits, a moon old. She smiled. It was a new day, and it was a beautiful one.
Jasminestar
