Post by Rose on Jun 5, 2008 15:15:17 GMT -8
The moon had traveled to it's highest point in the ebony-coated sky when a slender feline slipped from the dark gloom of a cave. The sweet scent of herbs clung to her pelt, though she did not use them in a daily practice. Her steps, normally quick and even, were clumsy and slow due to a limp that she had developed recently in a deadly battle where she had nearly lost more than just dignity and pride. Her life had almost been taken by a loner not two days ago. But that was not what was bothering the calico she-cat. No, not at all.
She continued to limp across the cavern floor, feeling the cold of the stone seep up through her paws. She could hear the waterfall now, louder than it usually was. But that was to be expected; The night was not as loud as the day. It was as peaceful as death was. Or the moments before. Longstride thought, shuddering. The deputy continued padding forward until she had reached the water's edge. Her front paws being placed on the very edge of the slippery stones, the tired deputy finally sat. It was then that Longstride turned her gaze upward. Through the sheet of water that protected the camp, a fuzzy, smudged image of the moon could be seen. It was a little lopsided, considering it wasn't a complete full moon. Though she was unable to seem them, she knew all too well that the stars were around the moon, covered in their full glory. They may have been breathtaking, but they also filled Longstride with fear and confusion. During that fight, StarClan had not once covered the moon with clouds to show disapproval. It was as if they wanted to watch Longstride with the loner's fangs deep in her snow-white throat. The deputy knew not what to think anymore. Was I supposed to be deputy? Is StarClan displeased by my new position? What does it all mean? The thoughts kept racing through her head, sending her in a frantic state. It was too much to handle. "What do you want from me StarClan?" She cried, her rage-filled tone echoing around the silent Clan camp. Longstride bowed her head. Who cared if her words were heard by others? It wasn't like it mattered anymore.
She continued to limp across the cavern floor, feeling the cold of the stone seep up through her paws. She could hear the waterfall now, louder than it usually was. But that was to be expected; The night was not as loud as the day. It was as peaceful as death was. Or the moments before. Longstride thought, shuddering. The deputy continued padding forward until she had reached the water's edge. Her front paws being placed on the very edge of the slippery stones, the tired deputy finally sat. It was then that Longstride turned her gaze upward. Through the sheet of water that protected the camp, a fuzzy, smudged image of the moon could be seen. It was a little lopsided, considering it wasn't a complete full moon. Though she was unable to seem them, she knew all too well that the stars were around the moon, covered in their full glory. They may have been breathtaking, but they also filled Longstride with fear and confusion. During that fight, StarClan had not once covered the moon with clouds to show disapproval. It was as if they wanted to watch Longstride with the loner's fangs deep in her snow-white throat. The deputy knew not what to think anymore. Was I supposed to be deputy? Is StarClan displeased by my new position? What does it all mean? The thoughts kept racing through her head, sending her in a frantic state. It was too much to handle. "What do you want from me StarClan?" She cried, her rage-filled tone echoing around the silent Clan camp. Longstride bowed her head. Who cared if her words were heard by others? It wasn't like it mattered anymore.
