Post by mkgb on Jun 13, 2009 22:25:52 GMT -5
It was growing dark, nothing exciting was happening in camp that would worry the secondary deputy at the moment. A great night for a walk was all that went thought his mind. Though the past two days headaches, dizziness, and a blinding light kept him camp bound he put aside the pain.
He had taken some herbs in which Thyme gave him right before he left. It had been some to help him sleep but the tom never slept on command. His eye closed softly, but his paws still moved awake of each area of the territory.
His paws began to run in hopes of waking up but only the light came which lead to another headache. He couldn’t take it but he kept running, half asleep on his paws the light grew stronger, and his head pounded at the sight.
Barley barn was a blur in the distance; a large tree blocked all view of it. His main goal now was to get to the tree so he could fall asleep feeling safe.
His stomach tugged with hunger as he reached the tree. Red berried dotted the roots as he got there. “Food”, he mumbled swallowing the berries. Then sleep over took him.
He woke toward the starry clearing, a small group of cats stood in the middle. “Who are you”, asked Scarheart in his deep rough voice toward the cats. He backed away forgetting about his headache and the light. “Where am I?”
A black and white tom walked toward him, his body lithely as he moved. “My dear cat, this is Starclan. You are dead”, announced the black and white tom. “My name is not important but welcome”.
Scarheart looked off into the starry clearing. This couldn’t be a dream. His young life was taken away and now the secondary deputy was dead.
He had taken some herbs in which Thyme gave him right before he left. It had been some to help him sleep but the tom never slept on command. His eye closed softly, but his paws still moved awake of each area of the territory.
His paws began to run in hopes of waking up but only the light came which lead to another headache. He couldn’t take it but he kept running, half asleep on his paws the light grew stronger, and his head pounded at the sight.
Barley barn was a blur in the distance; a large tree blocked all view of it. His main goal now was to get to the tree so he could fall asleep feeling safe.
His stomach tugged with hunger as he reached the tree. Red berried dotted the roots as he got there. “Food”, he mumbled swallowing the berries. Then sleep over took him.
He woke toward the starry clearing, a small group of cats stood in the middle. “Who are you”, asked Scarheart in his deep rough voice toward the cats. He backed away forgetting about his headache and the light. “Where am I?”
A black and white tom walked toward him, his body lithely as he moved. “My dear cat, this is Starclan. You are dead”, announced the black and white tom. “My name is not important but welcome”.
Scarheart looked off into the starry clearing. This couldn’t be a dream. His young life was taken away and now the secondary deputy was dead.
