[Zuma] On The Wings Of An Angel Jan 22, 2013 0:35:59 GMT -5
Post by Bloodrose on Jan 22, 2013 0:35:59 GMT -5
The she-cat lay in her nest, fluffy tail over her nose as she desperately fought for sleep. It was rare for her to sleep for long periods of time now. Her hazel-green eyes drifted open slowly as she gave up once more. She gave a silent sigh, pulling herself into a more upright position. She stared down at her white paws, shifting her paw slightly to blink down at her soft pink pads. Slowly, her gaze was moved from the ground at her paws to what little she could see of the sky above, through the entrance to the warrior's den.[/size]
The night... It seemed to call to her. And on that particular night, the call was stronger than it had ever been. She found herself on her paws, picking her way carefully around the sleeping figures of her Clanmates. Soon, she found herself outside, blinking up at the starry night above her. It was at about this time that she noted a particular sensation in her paws. They itched and tickled her, causing hazel eyes to blink down at them. It took her a heartbeat or two, but after a moment, she finally understood.
She wanted to run. Her pace was brisk as she trotted to the dirtplace tunnel. No one would ask her where she was going. She was making it obvious enough. And anyway, it was hard to ask a cat who couldn't answer. She slipped out into the forest without a problem, her paws picking up even more speed. Soon, she found herself pelting through the trees, darting this way and that with practiced ease. She wasn't aware of where she was going. All she knew was that she was running.
You can imagine her surprise when her lithe form burst out into the area known as StarClan's Claws. Her eyes adjusted to the slightly brighter lighting of the clearing as she glanced around. She felt a soft ache in her heart as her paws carried her to the last place she'd seen... Him. Zuma. It was odd for her to think that he might be the only cat who actually understood her... Even though he hadn't been able to figure out what it was she was trying to tell him. He cared about her, she could tell. It showed in his actions, and she heard it in his words.
There was a chance he was simply a gentleman, and acted that way to every she-cat he met. However, she chose to cling to that slightest hope that it was just her. She circled the spot where he'd stood slowly, her eyes half closed. Her tail drooped slightly as she paused to glance up at the sky once more. Her eyes caught sight of the huge stone structure known as StarClan's Claws, and she found herself moving towards them.
Her paws carried her up one of the claws. She balanced a little precariously on a rather thin part of one of the outcroppings. Her head lifted towards the sky. She could feel the wind tugging at her fur. The silver moon light played upon her coat, causing her darkest fur to almost glow a silvery color. She could stand upon here for moons. It was so... Peaceful.
Her eyes opened slowly and she gave yet another silent sigh. She should step off before something went wrong, she knew. She carefully clambered off of the highest point, body stretching as she moved and reached for safer ground. Her soft paws landed gently atop the boulder where the leaders usually stood. She paused again, to look up at the moon high in the sky, before she took the final leap, paws meeting the solid ground below.
She wished StarClan would grant her just one wish...