Blurred Lines [Lionstar] Aug 23, 2013 15:13:55 GMT -5
Post by Insidious on Aug 23, 2013 15:13:55 GMT -5
Everything was a blur.
The she-cat stood just before the collection of crystalline water, her dark gold eyes fixated upon the features looking up from her reflection’s surface. The feline was familiar to her. She knew her name, but not her story. How peculiar that the feline in question was none other than herself, but she wasn't bothered with the odd facts surrounding her many mysteries. It was painful to not remember anything – it made her vulnerable. She knew not who she could trust, but for the time being she was thankful to have her brother. Family was the most important thing in the world, was it not? It gave her hope that she could put her faith in such ties while everything else was barely able to be deciphered as a part of her history.
Willowfur pawed at her reflection violently, no longer interested in staring at someone she hardly knew. For a moment she simply sat in silence and watched the ripples reformulate, but once the gray-and-white cat in the water began to be visible again, she drew her gaze away. It was unusual to see through the eyes of a stranger. When she was alone her thoughts tended to get the better of her, but she couldn't think of anywhere else she'd rather be. These lands were foreign, despite being lands she had apparently used to call home. Willowfur contemplated returning to camp – it'd be nice to take a nap and escape her shaken memory for a while – but it wasn't long before she once again took interest in her reflection.
The she-cat settled into a hesitant sit, sighing heavily as she peered into the void eyes of the gray-and-white feline. “I want to remember you... the life you lead.” It would seem odd to anyone else if she was caught speaking to herself – this being why her voice was hardly above a whisper as she did so – but she didn't care. What she said was true: she wanted to remember who she was, all of her friends, her family, her life. But so it seemed such was easier said than done. Ever so slowly pieces were returning, and for this she was grateful. But she couldn't help but be selfish in wanting it to return faster. There was so much Willowfur was curious to know again, to remember, but it wasn't easy to accept the words from every other cat's mouth when she had no way of knowing whether or not it she was being told the truth or being fed lie after lie.