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Post by Ebonstar on Sept 13, 2009 7:16:49 GMT
Like last night, they are not like tremors, they are worse than tremors, they are these terrors.
And it's like, it feels like as if somebody was gripping my throat and squeezing and...
Sometimes I see flames. And sometimes
I see people that I love dying and... it's always. . .
And I can't... I can't ever wake up. . . The sun was setting, the mountains to the west tipped with blood as the Earth settled down for another night. A chilly wind blew, odd for greenleaf, and the inhabitants of the forest burrowed into their nests and fell asleep with the lullaby of nature's song. Well all, except for one.
This one was a less-than-formidable cat, but even motionless she radiated power. The cat's sleek black fur was streaked with fire, the sun's final farewell, like a lovers last carress. Oh, what she would do to curl up tight in her bed of reeds and loose herself to the timeless nature of sleep, but it wouldn't come. Ebonstar, leader of Riverclan, sat alone on Stream rock as the stars flickered into existance, and this silent protector watched her Clan, keeping all bad things at bay.
You would think I could keep the evils out of my own head she thought as she looked around the deserted camp. But I can't even do that. What a useless leader I must be! Her thoughts bubbled over and became words, and the quiet mutterings of the she-cat broke the silence of night. Why was she alone like this? What had she done to displease StarClan so?! She yowled quietly, her pain being put into a sound to guttural for words. |
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Post by Pr!ckle on Sept 20, 2009 3:11:19 GMT
A tiny tabby shape slid out of the reeds, water dripping from whiskers and ears, glowing an an unearthly red in the twilight.
'Ugh, next time I want a bath and dinner, I'll do them separately' Pricklepaw thought, twitching her ears in irritation, padding through the clearing, pausing to shake water from her fur. A quiet, pain filled yowl echoed through the clearing, making her jump. ' Ebonstar. I wonder what's wrong,' she thought, padding towards the source of the sound.
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Post by Ebonstar on Oct 10, 2009 5:30:18 GMT
Noting a small cat padding through the clearing and pausing to look up at her, Ebonstar quietend. Now you've gone and scared the poor apprentice. She mentally scolded herself as she stood up. Jumping off Stream Rock, she walked over to the she-cat, which she now recognised as Pricklepaw, and said, hoping her voice wasn't too scolding, 'What's got you returning so late?'
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Post by Pr!ckle on Oct 11, 2009 17:35:23 GMT
Pricklepaw looked up, twitching her whiskers in greeting.
" Er... Dinner and a bath at the same time, Ebonstar" she meowed, looking slightly embarrased at being caught looking like a drowned rat.
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Post by Ebonstar on Oct 12, 2009 4:44:40 GMT
'Okay then. dry yourself off then get to bed. I want you to be fresh tomorrow in case Lunarflight decides to take you out.' Ebonstar looked at Pricklepaw, noting how she was obviously embarrassed about something. Shaking her head, she muttered, 'Apprentices. . . I hope i wasn't that bad. . .' Her mood lifted slightly, she turned her back on the apprentice and padded back up to the summit of Stream Rock. Staring at the moon, she realised that not everything that had been dealt to her and her clan was bad, though there was something itching her brain. If only she could remember what it was. . .
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Post by Pr!ckle on Oct 12, 2009 17:12:51 GMT
" Yes, Ebonstar" Pricklepaw meowed, sitting down with an audiable huff. 'Well done, mousebrain. Never doing that again' she though, watching Ebonstar clamber back up onto the stream rock, curiosity burning in her mind. 'She must be pretty upset if she was yowling so loudly' she thought, pausing in her bathing to watch the stars thoughtfully.
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