Post by Dragon on Feb 15, 2009 22:20:11 GMT -5
Flamemoon limped into the warm confines of the warrior's den. His bones ached constantly from the cold that seemed to consume all tthe living things in the pine forest. His stomach was at a constant howl of hunger, starvation was imminent. He hadn't seen a mouse for moons and all the birds had left them.
He could still taste the sourness of the crowfood he was forced to eat to avoid dying in this chamber of death. His amber eyes had lost their glossy sheen, and they had grown dull from weakness. Even if he puffed out his chest and raised his head to keep his clan strong. But sometimes he just couldn't do it, and the worried looks of his clan-mates seemed to stay in his head through his dreams.
The deputy padded softly across the hard frozen ground trying to seek some comfort in the sparse warmth of the den. He looked around, there was few cats in the den. They were all out hunting, trying to catch the last morsels of Greenleaf which he knew they would not find.
The ginger tom limped over to a vacant pile of moss. Even the soft material was cold with the leafbare day. Wearily, he lowered himself into the moss. His nose tucked against his flank, and his long thick tail brushed his cheek
His mind was in slumber before he even closed his eyes. At first was the thick blackness of sleep. A reassuring feeling of the aching tiredness leaving his bones. The slumber had comfortable, welcoming feelings that melted into ever pore of his body.
Then a faint light seemed to appear in the darkness. The deputy seemed drawn to his pawsteps silent, his eyes calm and serene. He swayed on his paws and his bottom jaw went slack was the warm feelings.
Suddenly, the brightness widened into a snowy landscape with craggy rocks and steep cliffs. Flamemoon's amber eyes widened as he took it all in. He breathed in the cool air, a female scent flooded his senses.
The ginger tom whirled around to see a slender she-cat, she had an air of power around her. He crouched low and stared at her. He didn't feel afraid and even the cold didn't seem to faze him. He looked around. "Who are you?" he asked, in a slightly nervous voice.
"I am Leafstar, past leader of Skyclan." she murmured softly, and took a few steps toward him. Her soft green eyes looked down at him.
Flamemoon slowly stood up again, he shook his thick pelt and eyed her. "What do you want from me, Leafstar?" he asked wearily.
"I am just here to tell you, you are to go on a perilous journey." She meowed wistfully.
Flamemoon cocked his head to the side, his ears flicked. He took a few steps toward her, clearing the space between them. "I can't do that, I have a clan to watch over, I'm to old to do something so spontaneously!"
She didn't answer and she turned away, she began to pad away into the distance. Slowly fading into stars, and beams of soothing light. Flamemoon went to run after her, but he couldn't make himself do it. Then, she was gone. He looked at the way she had gone. Her paws had left not even left a single pawprint.
Suddenly, he was engulfed by the blackness. His head whipped upward, his amber eyes were bulging from his head. He looked around wildly, but all he saw was the thin bodies of his clan-mates. He wheezed a sigh, everything was normal. He lowered his head, he couldn't feel his hunger pangs anymore. All he knew was something big was going to happen.
He could still taste the sourness of the crowfood he was forced to eat to avoid dying in this chamber of death. His amber eyes had lost their glossy sheen, and they had grown dull from weakness. Even if he puffed out his chest and raised his head to keep his clan strong. But sometimes he just couldn't do it, and the worried looks of his clan-mates seemed to stay in his head through his dreams.
The deputy padded softly across the hard frozen ground trying to seek some comfort in the sparse warmth of the den. He looked around, there was few cats in the den. They were all out hunting, trying to catch the last morsels of Greenleaf which he knew they would not find.
The ginger tom limped over to a vacant pile of moss. Even the soft material was cold with the leafbare day. Wearily, he lowered himself into the moss. His nose tucked against his flank, and his long thick tail brushed his cheek
His mind was in slumber before he even closed his eyes. At first was the thick blackness of sleep. A reassuring feeling of the aching tiredness leaving his bones. The slumber had comfortable, welcoming feelings that melted into ever pore of his body.
Then a faint light seemed to appear in the darkness. The deputy seemed drawn to his pawsteps silent, his eyes calm and serene. He swayed on his paws and his bottom jaw went slack was the warm feelings.
Suddenly, the brightness widened into a snowy landscape with craggy rocks and steep cliffs. Flamemoon's amber eyes widened as he took it all in. He breathed in the cool air, a female scent flooded his senses.
The ginger tom whirled around to see a slender she-cat, she had an air of power around her. He crouched low and stared at her. He didn't feel afraid and even the cold didn't seem to faze him. He looked around. "Who are you?" he asked, in a slightly nervous voice.
"I am Leafstar, past leader of Skyclan." she murmured softly, and took a few steps toward him. Her soft green eyes looked down at him.
Flamemoon slowly stood up again, he shook his thick pelt and eyed her. "What do you want from me, Leafstar?" he asked wearily.
"I am just here to tell you, you are to go on a perilous journey." She meowed wistfully.
Flamemoon cocked his head to the side, his ears flicked. He took a few steps toward her, clearing the space between them. "I can't do that, I have a clan to watch over, I'm to old to do something so spontaneously!"
She didn't answer and she turned away, she began to pad away into the distance. Slowly fading into stars, and beams of soothing light. Flamemoon went to run after her, but he couldn't make himself do it. Then, she was gone. He looked at the way she had gone. Her paws had left not even left a single pawprint.
Suddenly, he was engulfed by the blackness. His head whipped upward, his amber eyes were bulging from his head. He looked around wildly, but all he saw was the thin bodies of his clan-mates. He wheezed a sigh, everything was normal. He lowered his head, he couldn't feel his hunger pangs anymore. All he knew was something big was going to happen.
