Faded Memories [Lionstar] May 19, 2013 18:19:17 GMT -5
Post by Insidious on May 19, 2013 18:19:17 GMT -5
She faltered with each step, unsure of her surroundings and, therefore, unsure of herself. The air was quiet, too quiet for comfort. Her ears rested flat against the base of her dark gray head, her mind overflowing with skepticism and confusion to the point her own paws caused her to flinch. Willow. Willow. Willow. She was ensuring that she continue to mentally repeat the word, afraid that if she allowed herself to grow distracted for even a second, she would lose it just like everything else. She had no idea where she was going, not even where she currently was – hence why she had crossed onto TreeClan territory without even considering to analyze the scent of a border. All she knew was that she had been traveling within these unknown borders for long enough that the burnt up scraps were beginning to grow tiresome – had a fire occurred here earlier?
A snapping branch, blackened from the previous fire, caused the she-cat to jolt backward as if stepping on hot coals. Once she was safely pressed up against the base of a tree, she departed with a huff of exhausted air. The tip of her dark gray tail flicked frustratingly, anger swelling inside her chest for no apparent reason at all. “Why can't everything just... just go away.” Her eyelids fluttered shut, violently smacking a white paw against the burnt terrain. Why did nothing make sense? Why was 'Willow', of all things, the only tie to her previous life she could remember? Why could nothing spark familiarity? Why!
She hissed aloud, the action meant to have occurred mentally though somehow unable to contain her frustration any longer. Willow took the first confident step she had taken in moons, only for this random spur of confidence to be disintegrated when the sound of wind swooshing through the burnt, cracking treetops made her leap forward in search of security. Tail tucked firmly between her hind legs, the she-cat at last took the initiative to smell the air in search of something that would ring a bell in her cluttered mind.
She scented something, though sadly, it was nothing that her lost memory could recognize. With no prior memory of the clans, she acknowledged the scent as something to approach rather then flee from – she wanted answers, perhaps the source of this smell could provide some? Crawling forward with tiny, hesitant steps, the she-cat sought out the owner of such an unusual aroma. Perhaps, the former Willow would have been more confident in her actions, had her memory been present. This new Willow however, scared and eternally lost, was equivalent to a frightened kit far from its home – how comical it was that she was closer than she could ever imagine.