Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2014 22:00:55 GMT -5
Ghostlight
The Ghost In Your Mind
Be still my heart 'cause it's freaking out, it's freaking out, right now
Shining like stars 'cause we're beautiful, we're beautiful, right now
Everything was going to be different. Everything was going to change. And nothing was ever going to be the same, nothing could be taken back. It was too late. Her life was forever altered now, and she didn't know what was going to happen. What would he say? What would he do? In all her moons of being fearless and strong, she felt scared and small. She was worried, and lost. She didn't know what she'd do if he was mad, or upset with her, what if it changed everything between them.
Could she handle it if it did?
She padded away from Fernpaw's den, her ears still ringing with what the young she-cat said. It was the last thing she was expecting to be her dignosise. She figured she just had a chill, or lack of sleep perhaps. But this... it still didn't comprehend completely. Her mind was spinning, her stomach flipping, her heart was trying to race away. Was it possible Fernpaw was incorrect? No, not likely, not with something like this.
Pulling her eyes from the ground, Ghostlight watched her clan-mates go about their daily lives. What would they all think if they knew. She knew what Poisonleaf's reaction would be, as well as several other she-cats of Nightclan. They may even try to kill her, unlikely, but they'd want to. Well, Poisonleaf might actually try.
His scent caught her attention as she turned her head to watch him pad through the entrance with a couple of other Nightclanners. She felt her body quiver under her beautiful black fur as she padded forwards slowly, avoiding letting her ghostly eyes meet with his mismatched gaze. He probably would think she was sick again, but he didn't speak as she paused in-front of him.
After a moment she lifted her head, her eyes holding his questioning gaze before she let her jaw part to speak. "Um... Blackwolf..." She started, sounding like a fool, a scared apprentice that could find her voice. She felt her ears lay back against her head as her voice quivered before she spoke again.
"I'm expecting kits."
Could she handle it if it did?
She padded away from Fernpaw's den, her ears still ringing with what the young she-cat said. It was the last thing she was expecting to be her dignosise. She figured she just had a chill, or lack of sleep perhaps. But this... it still didn't comprehend completely. Her mind was spinning, her stomach flipping, her heart was trying to race away. Was it possible Fernpaw was incorrect? No, not likely, not with something like this.
Pulling her eyes from the ground, Ghostlight watched her clan-mates go about their daily lives. What would they all think if they knew. She knew what Poisonleaf's reaction would be, as well as several other she-cats of Nightclan. They may even try to kill her, unlikely, but they'd want to. Well, Poisonleaf might actually try.
His scent caught her attention as she turned her head to watch him pad through the entrance with a couple of other Nightclanners. She felt her body quiver under her beautiful black fur as she padded forwards slowly, avoiding letting her ghostly eyes meet with his mismatched gaze. He probably would think she was sick again, but he didn't speak as she paused in-front of him.
After a moment she lifted her head, her eyes holding his questioning gaze before she let her jaw part to speak. "Um... Blackwolf..." She started, sounding like a fool, a scared apprentice that could find her voice. She felt her ears lay back against her head as her voice quivered before she spoke again.
"I'm expecting kits."
You're all I see in all these places
You're all I see in all these faces
So let's pretend we're running out of time, of time