Safer Near the Sky [Thunderclaw, OPEN] Dec 20, 2012 1:37:58 GMT -5
Post by Fawntastic on Dec 20, 2012 1:37:58 GMT -5
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[STYLE=text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: -9px; text-align: right; letter-spacing: 1px;]LightningClan - 41 Moons
Warrior She-Cat[/style][STYLE=border-left:7px solid #000000; padding-left: 5px; padding-top: 10px; font-family: verdana;]
The barren, snow-laden moorlands of LightningClan looked less droll from these heights; the monotony of the landscape was not so much apparent when you could see perhaps half the territory and notice the way the land did anything but lie flat. There were dips and small hills and rock clusters and sparse trees, woodlands and dense snow-buried gorse bushes. The world was, in her humble opinion, much more interesting when one had the option to stand back and take it all in.
Considering how white her fur was, it was only the eyes that gave away her presence at all; the black pupils swam in blood red oceans, the petite she-cat unsettling by both nature and appearance combined. It was unfortunate, really, that Cherrypool had not been given the chance to grow up like a proper kitten, to have friends and make jokes and participate in social graces, not be reduced to a she-cat with a scalding tongue and a desperate desire to sprout wings so she could fly away from her problems.
She usually climbed up here when something was bothering her. It could be a number of things, really, considering how many things seemed to enjoy wrecking havoc upon her already generally unpleasant life. Today, it had been a young almost-apprentice that had bumped into her while playing; the little scrap had turned around, taken one look at her, squealed and ran back to it's mother yelling 'Mommy! Who's that strange cat! She's awful!'
It sounded like a little thing, considering it was something she'd heard ever since her hearing had developed, but it wasn't little. Cherrypool never got used to it. Somehow in the back of her mind, she was unable to directly label herself 'the freak' of LightningClan, in fact, she frequently forgot when she was by herself, just an ordinary cat who happened to have an unusual appearance.
Being different. That wasn't a crime. Funny how some cats seemed to forget that.
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