Post by Hellion on Jan 23, 2015 3:31:57 GMT -5
The story of my life
Leave my heart open but it stays right here in its cage
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"Pale blue, like the cloudless sky but even more beautiful. "
That thought and many more like it troubled the blotched tabby tom as he paced back and forth, the ground beneath him being warm down with his paws. It had been four sunrises since he saw the beautiful storm grey she-cat and her raving raven furred sister and still the young tom couldn't escape the memory of their encounter. The moment was brief and filled with polite nods and excuses about her sister before they both departed toward the direction of NightClan. The golden hued tom cursed himself out loud and in his head about falling victim to an enemy's beauty. There were plenty of pretty she-cats in StoneClan, countless of them in fact. Some would purr toward him and others played hard to get, but none of them had the soft blue eyes and storm fur to match, there was something in that she-cat that vexed him and caused him to be blind to other pretty things.
Perhaps it was the novelty of her, the rareness of such a soft and sweet NightClan cat. It wasn't likely that she'd be always so sweet and gentle and it was most likely because her sister was sick in some way and she couldn't fight him off and care for her sister. Maybe it was the way she didn't give up and in a way risked her life for her sister, when she stepped into the clearing with him there was no telling if he was a true threat or an idle passerby. He hadn't gotten to know her in those brief moments but already he knew she'd never be out of his head, taking this day as a prime example.
Early he awoke before the sunlight came over the mountain, found his way to the area where they first met and waited like some stupid little bird. What were the odds that she'd ever return to his spot? It was more likely that she had forgotten about him and perhaps the entire ordeal, but in the smallest speck of hope was enough to encourage the tabby as he paced back and forth.
Valiantstride was no fool and would not venture too far into NightClan territory, but having spent a lot of his day pacing back and forth he finally built up the courage and took a slow stride in the direction of NightClan. His nose flared for any change of scent, the beautiful she-cat's scent already committed to memory. There he ventured closer to the border and through the undergrowth, looking for his storm cloud.
"Pale blue, like the cloudless sky but even more beautiful. "
That thought and many more like it troubled the blotched tabby tom as he paced back and forth, the ground beneath him being warm down with his paws. It had been four sunrises since he saw the beautiful storm grey she-cat and her raving raven furred sister and still the young tom couldn't escape the memory of their encounter. The moment was brief and filled with polite nods and excuses about her sister before they both departed toward the direction of NightClan. The golden hued tom cursed himself out loud and in his head about falling victim to an enemy's beauty. There were plenty of pretty she-cats in StoneClan, countless of them in fact. Some would purr toward him and others played hard to get, but none of them had the soft blue eyes and storm fur to match, there was something in that she-cat that vexed him and caused him to be blind to other pretty things.
Perhaps it was the novelty of her, the rareness of such a soft and sweet NightClan cat. It wasn't likely that she'd be always so sweet and gentle and it was most likely because her sister was sick in some way and she couldn't fight him off and care for her sister. Maybe it was the way she didn't give up and in a way risked her life for her sister, when she stepped into the clearing with him there was no telling if he was a true threat or an idle passerby. He hadn't gotten to know her in those brief moments but already he knew she'd never be out of his head, taking this day as a prime example.
Early he awoke before the sunlight came over the mountain, found his way to the area where they first met and waited like some stupid little bird. What were the odds that she'd ever return to his spot? It was more likely that she had forgotten about him and perhaps the entire ordeal, but in the smallest speck of hope was enough to encourage the tabby as he paced back and forth.
Valiantstride was no fool and would not venture too far into NightClan territory, but having spent a lot of his day pacing back and forth he finally built up the courage and took a slow stride in the direction of NightClan. His nose flared for any change of scent, the beautiful she-cat's scent already committed to memory. There he ventured closer to the border and through the undergrowth, looking for his storm cloud.
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