Post by //Sunneh// is FuMiNg on Sept 21, 2010 16:53:54 GMT -6
[glow=blue,2,300]Hazelpaw[/glow]
It was a beautiful, crisp night. The stars shone brightly in the sky, and dewdrops glistened on trees and bushes.
As beautiful as the night was, Hazelpaw felt a persistent sadness tugging at her heart. It had been keeping her awake for a quarter-moon, and she wasn’t sure what was causing it, let alone how to stop it.
As she sat frowning up at the sky as if it was supposed to give her the answer, a sudden song came to her mind. It was the type of inspiration that all SnakeClan cats experienced, some more than others. The gift of song.
Hazelpaw’s lips parted and she sang:
A cold morning in leaf-bare
An old warrior walks alone
She no longer cares
Or even thinks about her home
She walks alone
Her steps are slow and weary
Her eyes are weak and bleary
She knows that she won’t make it
To her home
She walks alone
On a frozen hill she finally falls
Unable to move at all
She knows it’s the end
And that she’d never be able to make amends
She walks alone
Starry warriors fill her sight
Silvery pelts shining with might
She realizes that she is finally home
And she no longer walks alone…
As it did in most of her songs, her young, clear voice trailed off into the night, almost as if it was being stolen away.
Hazelpaw closed her eyes and a single tear rolled down her face, leaving a trail of wet fur in its stead. She watched as it dropped to her chest fur, then to her leg, and finally to her paw, where it slid to the ground.
It glistened brightly in the starlight, and Hazelpaw thought she saw images swirling within it. Cats fighting, cats dying, apprentices being attacked and mangled by dogs, queens nursing their kits, a white tom with ginger splotches smiling at her, cats laughing together as if they didn’t have a care in the world.
Hazelpaw stared at the amazing, impossible sight, her blue eyes wide. Was she seeing brief glimpses of the lives of StarClan cats before they died?
Almost at the same moment she thought this the teardrop sank into the ground, leaving nothing but a damp spot of earth. Hazelpaw stared at it for a long minute, shock still etched into her face. Had she imagined it?
No. The images were engraved into her mind, as clear as though she had witnessed and experienced each one.
Slightly spooked and yet, somehow comforted, Hazelpaw made her way into the apprentice’s den. She curled up and closed her eyes, letting out a sigh of contentment as all her sadness and worries faded away. A single phrase lingered in her thoughts before she drifted off to sleep.
And she no longer walks alone…
It was a beautiful, crisp night. The stars shone brightly in the sky, and dewdrops glistened on trees and bushes.
As beautiful as the night was, Hazelpaw felt a persistent sadness tugging at her heart. It had been keeping her awake for a quarter-moon, and she wasn’t sure what was causing it, let alone how to stop it.
As she sat frowning up at the sky as if it was supposed to give her the answer, a sudden song came to her mind. It was the type of inspiration that all SnakeClan cats experienced, some more than others. The gift of song.
Hazelpaw’s lips parted and she sang:
A cold morning in leaf-bare
An old warrior walks alone
She no longer cares
Or even thinks about her home
She walks alone
Her steps are slow and weary
Her eyes are weak and bleary
She knows that she won’t make it
To her home
She walks alone
On a frozen hill she finally falls
Unable to move at all
She knows it’s the end
And that she’d never be able to make amends
She walks alone
Starry warriors fill her sight
Silvery pelts shining with might
She realizes that she is finally home
And she no longer walks alone…
As it did in most of her songs, her young, clear voice trailed off into the night, almost as if it was being stolen away.
Hazelpaw closed her eyes and a single tear rolled down her face, leaving a trail of wet fur in its stead. She watched as it dropped to her chest fur, then to her leg, and finally to her paw, where it slid to the ground.
It glistened brightly in the starlight, and Hazelpaw thought she saw images swirling within it. Cats fighting, cats dying, apprentices being attacked and mangled by dogs, queens nursing their kits, a white tom with ginger splotches smiling at her, cats laughing together as if they didn’t have a care in the world.
Hazelpaw stared at the amazing, impossible sight, her blue eyes wide. Was she seeing brief glimpses of the lives of StarClan cats before they died?
Almost at the same moment she thought this the teardrop sank into the ground, leaving nothing but a damp spot of earth. Hazelpaw stared at it for a long minute, shock still etched into her face. Had she imagined it?
No. The images were engraved into her mind, as clear as though she had witnessed and experienced each one.
Slightly spooked and yet, somehow comforted, Hazelpaw made her way into the apprentice’s den. She curled up and closed her eyes, letting out a sigh of contentment as all her sadness and worries faded away. A single phrase lingered in her thoughts before she drifted off to sleep.
And she no longer walks alone…