Post by Bumblepelt on Jun 16, 2009 12:49:36 GMT -5
A dark brown and black figured was the only thing visible on the seemingly endless moor of white. The figure wasn't staying still, it was sprinting across the snowy hills. Her breath came in a fog as she panted. It was deathly quiet; the only audible noise was her breathing and her paws as it sank through the freshly fallen snow with a dull thump, thump, thump. Her claws were unsheathed for traction.
She smiled as she ran. She loved feeling fast as she ran, and enjoyed the blood pumping quickly through her veins as her heart pounded.
She skidded to a hault ungracefully, sending snow - mostly ice - flying and landing a few fox-lengths away. She eyed the trees in the distance, and let out a sigh when she didn't see many herbs or prey. It was hard for her Clan to go without eating or any healing herbs. She didn't like the sound of a wailing and crying kit when a thorn got stuck in their pad.
Her head raised and she looked at the cloudy sky. She blinked away cold snowflakes as they fell to the ground. She knew StarClan would help soon. She had to keep hope.
She smiled as she ran. She loved feeling fast as she ran, and enjoyed the blood pumping quickly through her veins as her heart pounded.
She skidded to a hault ungracefully, sending snow - mostly ice - flying and landing a few fox-lengths away. She eyed the trees in the distance, and let out a sigh when she didn't see many herbs or prey. It was hard for her Clan to go without eating or any healing herbs. She didn't like the sound of a wailing and crying kit when a thorn got stuck in their pad.
Her head raised and she looked at the cloudy sky. She blinked away cold snowflakes as they fell to the ground. She knew StarClan would help soon. She had to keep hope.
