Post by Måø§† on Feb 24, 2008 0:17:57 GMT -8
Sunwing was left in shock, questions rolled through her mind. Questions and answers. She felt her leader and friends eyes all on her. And she let the beautiful she-cat disappear. Somehow, she had changed Pantheress. Although she did not understand as well as the she-cat herself, she knew that Pantheress had changed. Pantheress would look at things differently. And as for her past name, Scarredheart, the last of its meaning had just diminished. She was no longer scarred from the inside out, although she would still mourn for her family, and put the weight of their deaths upon their own shoulders, the weight would somehow heal her wounds. Somehow.
It had not been Pantheress's fault the she-cats entire family had died, it was fate. She had made a mistake, and her mistake had grown. But it was by chance. And now, only Sunwing had learned Pantheress's secret. And Sunwing planned to keep it that way; whatever Pantheress's intentions were of her secret, they were meant to be held by Sunwing and her alone.
Sunwing wanted to call out to her. But she had lost her voice, and a feeling inside the very pit of her stomach told her that the elegant cat would not have responded.
Pantheress had said she saw no beauty within her reflection. But she had been mistaken. In her own eyes, no, but within Sunwings. Pantheress was the most beautiful cat Sunwing had ever encountered. Not just on the outside, but the beauty came from the way she was able to change. The way she was able to walk off as if she had been granted another life, an interchange between two sides of her own heart. The beauty existed within the ability to throw away their entire facade, and to show the very emotion that penetrated their soul. And not only had Sunwing helped Pantheress, but Pantheress had given her a new way of looking at things. The gift to look at herself in a new way. And although Sunwing knew Pantheress would not hear her, she whispered, "Thank you," that only she could hear.
Looking back towards the confused leader and warriors, Sunwing suddenly realized Brackenstripe. Pantheress had said she had not killed him, but he was still wounded and bleeding. "Fernstep, help me with Brackenstripe," she was already at his side. Fernstep quickly padded over and together they carried him back to camp. Fernstep alerted the Clan and medicine cat of their arrival and needed help. They brought the limp body of Brackenstripe to Falconcry's den and lay him down on soft moss. The moss hopefully absorbing some of the blood streaming from his neck.
A stab of emotion and guilt squared Sunwing in the heart, she had been so distracted with Pantheress that Brackenstripe had lost more blood than he should have. She began pressing cobweb against his wounds, licking the wounds clean from infection. Brackenstripe, I'm sorry. Although Pantheress had not meant to kill him, Sunwing hoped he would not die anyway.
As for Pantheress, Sunwing hoped that one day they would meet again.
It had not been Pantheress's fault the she-cats entire family had died, it was fate. She had made a mistake, and her mistake had grown. But it was by chance. And now, only Sunwing had learned Pantheress's secret. And Sunwing planned to keep it that way; whatever Pantheress's intentions were of her secret, they were meant to be held by Sunwing and her alone.
Sunwing wanted to call out to her. But she had lost her voice, and a feeling inside the very pit of her stomach told her that the elegant cat would not have responded.
Pantheress had said she saw no beauty within her reflection. But she had been mistaken. In her own eyes, no, but within Sunwings. Pantheress was the most beautiful cat Sunwing had ever encountered. Not just on the outside, but the beauty came from the way she was able to change. The way she was able to walk off as if she had been granted another life, an interchange between two sides of her own heart. The beauty existed within the ability to throw away their entire facade, and to show the very emotion that penetrated their soul. And not only had Sunwing helped Pantheress, but Pantheress had given her a new way of looking at things. The gift to look at herself in a new way. And although Sunwing knew Pantheress would not hear her, she whispered, "Thank you," that only she could hear.
Looking back towards the confused leader and warriors, Sunwing suddenly realized Brackenstripe. Pantheress had said she had not killed him, but he was still wounded and bleeding. "Fernstep, help me with Brackenstripe," she was already at his side. Fernstep quickly padded over and together they carried him back to camp. Fernstep alerted the Clan and medicine cat of their arrival and needed help. They brought the limp body of Brackenstripe to Falconcry's den and lay him down on soft moss. The moss hopefully absorbing some of the blood streaming from his neck.
A stab of emotion and guilt squared Sunwing in the heart, she had been so distracted with Pantheress that Brackenstripe had lost more blood than he should have. She began pressing cobweb against his wounds, licking the wounds clean from infection. Brackenstripe, I'm sorry. Although Pantheress had not meant to kill him, Sunwing hoped he would not die anyway.
As for Pantheress, Sunwing hoped that one day they would meet again.