Post by Snowlily on Jul 16, 2009 12:40:39 GMT -5
Name: Breezefeather
Clan: SilenceClan
Rank: Warrior
Age: 17 moons
Gender: She-cat
Physical Description: Breezefeather is a somali she-cat with a bright ginger coat that flushes radiantly with the sun. She’s got darker reddish smudges that blur with the outline of her body. She’s specialized in hunting, for she has a smooth and graceful body with a glossy fur. Translucent emerald olive eyes gleam in her glaring face. Both her front and back paws have a massive form and own a mighty strength. Breezefeather has a lean and light tail with a sandy ginger and white color that darkens to a glowing hue at its tip and combines with the dominant ginger of the rest of her pelt.
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Personality: Breezefeather is a cheerful and outgoing cat with a zingy personality. She has a feisty character with her warrior friends and small ones. She does her best to maintain a high popular rank between others. She has a charming personality in public, but a sulky one in private. Few know her keen personality is a mask to hide the sorrow and the ghastly memories that haunt her everyday. Deep inside, she’s a timid and shy cat who doesn’t care about social statuses, but is only interested in assisting others and becoming the best warrior ever. A thick shade covers her, making fatter all the time. Her real personality is never revealed; only to the ones she can really consider friends. The shadows that lurk over her have a burly surface, making it harder for Breezefeather to get out from them. Despite her every-day lie, she’s a talented hunter who outstands for her skills and the amount of prey she grants to her clan. Any cat in her clan knows that, as long as she’s with them, they will be secure, for she’s a sturdy warrior and supplies her camp with tons of security.
History: Just like her personality indicates, Breezefeather has had a hideous past full of mourning and grievousness. She lives in a giant chasm that carves as the depth of her sorrow grows and crushes her spirit. Moons ago, she lived in a faraway hinterland with parents she never knew. She grew up lonely, but as she turned older, she became wise, mature, and strong. When she had the age of an average apprentice, a faint quaint from the forest around her nest led her outside her burrow. She followed it and found a tabby tom grooming his pelt. Breezefeather fell in love with him at first sight. She met the handsome cat, whose name was Zack. Blind in love, she didn’t notice Zack was a frail who desperately needed the assistance of a strong cat, like Breezefeather, to protect him during the journey he was accomplishing. He proposed her to accompany him, an offer Breezefeather couldn’t deny, as her heart pleaded for love and company. Both cats traveled to a small Twoleg valley that surrounded the mountains. Breezefeather was too grooped in love to notice Zack already had plans in the valley. A pretty kittypet awaited him there, and as soon as they arrived, Zack relinquished Breezefeather, the one that had sacrificed her life to safe him against badgers, foxes, even Twoleg monsters, to be with his beloved one, Pearl, the silver and sassy kittypet that owned his heart. Heartbroken, Breezefeather returned to the hinterland she was living in, sobbing uncontrollably. The same day she arrived, a tom appeared in front of her eyes. He fell in love with her, but Breezefeather was to sad to pay attention to him. Flamecloud, as he claimed to be called, consoled the fluffy patch of pelt until he managed to make her smile. Breezefeather got enchanted with the stories Flamecloud told her about the clans, the forest, their adventures, and their leaders. She got even more excited when he offered to take her there. Not doubting for a minute, Breezefeather accompanied him. In their way, both cats became more attached to each other, and sharing a mutual love. But one day, everything changed. While padding in a musty cave, a rat bit Flamecloud’s tail. Breezefeather fought the rat to death so she could protect her true love. Badly injured, he survived, but couldn’t handle to escape from the cave. The poison in his tail killed him. Breezefeather buried his body, more heartbroken than ever. She got out of the cave with a cloud of gloom misery floating over her. But just like she had promised Flamecloud, she was reaching the forrest of the clans no matter what it took. She proceeded on the journey, facing danger by danger, but not stopping for any reason. Breezefeather slept in Twoleg nests, rat burrows, and badger homes, risking her live only to accomplish her dream. One day, destiny lead her to an old rogue forest. Astonished by the rotten trees and leaves in it, she wandered aimlessly by it with out the least clue where she was. When suddenly, a cat leaped out of the bushes and attacked her. She had deadly claws and powerful jaws, but glittering emerald eyes, just like the ones Breezefeather had. Both she-cats fought to death, until they realized the bitter truth. In mid fight, Breezefeather stopped dead as she recognized the gleam in her foe’s eyes. It was her mother! She stopped fighting and decided to chat with the enormous she-cat. Deathsky stared at Breezefeather with wide eyes and rushed towards her to give her a spiky lick on the cheek. Breezefeather backened away and urged for her to explain why she abandoned her vulnerable kit in a small and frozen burrow. Deathsky sighed to hide an evil grin for her face. She couldn’t lie anymore, so she blabbed out the story.
“You see my dear child” Deathsky started. “Before I was pregnant, I despised kits. Their annoyance made my pelt bristle irritably. But one day, I met a handsome a lurky tom. We both shared the same loving feeling. Soon, I was pregnant. I was most disgusted by the idea of having a kit, and so was your father. As soon as you were born, I kitted you for one week. Your father didn’t support me a bit, and I loved him too much to avoid him just because I filthy rat in my paws. So I made a bramble nest in the hinterland you were living and ran back with your father. We have lived happily ever after.” She finished, with a dreamy sigh. A spark of fury and hate appeared in Breezefeather’s eyes. How dare did her mother do that! What had she ever done to her mother for her to despise her so much! She summoned her claws in the dry ground, prepared to attack in revenge. But a little voice in her mind told her to stay calm and continue with the chat.
“So” Breezefeather started softly. “You abandoned me and expected I could live my own life and raise by my self, didn’t you? And I bet you also wanted me to learn my own lessons and experienced and gain strength alone, right? Alone, in a chilly burrow...” she meowed casually. Not to her surprise, Deathsky nodded and smiled mischievously. But Breezefeather continued calmly.
“Well dear mother, you need to see what I learned” she proceeded, crouching. Deathsky gave her a puzzled look, while Breezefeather targeted her chest with her snout. Calling upon her back legs she jumped over her and clawed her deeply on the belly with her right paw. Deathsky let out a high pitched sketch as blood spilled from her body. Breezefeather clawed her again on the chest, this time smoother. Soon, Deathsky’s coat was colored in red blood. Breezefeather leaped away from her and padded inches from her.
“I’m glad you never raised me, for I would never like to become the nasty, pesty, repulsive, and rotten cat you are right now” she hissed. She helped her mother stand up again and gave her a quick lick in her scars. Deathsky glared despicefully at her, but was too weak to move or say anything. Breezefeather gave her a last revolting peek before padding away from the clearing and carry forward with her journey.
Breezefeather walked and walked, when in a kittypet place, love met with her again. The same day she met her beloved one, she had fled from a Twoleg home after stealing their food. A piece of chicken was in her mouth as she ran away from angry humans throwing rocks at her. She skidded to a halt when she met a small chamber beneath the stairs of the entrance of a little Twoleg nest. Breezefeather padded inside and crouched to a flurry ball. She ate the chicken, but her belly still growled. Now, where will she find food? Just like a miracle, a Russian blue tom named Thornshadow revealed his slender figure front the darkness.
“Hello” he meowed kindly. Breezefeather’s ears perked in the sky and she stood up. Her eyes met Thornshadow’s who stared tenderly at her.
“Um, Hi” Breezefeather saluted back, trying to hide the fear in her voice. The tom approached nearer to her.
“I heard you are hungry” he said. Breezefeather felt her cheeks boiling in shame as her belly growled again. Thornshadow chuckled and stepped forward.
“Its okay. Come, I’ll show you where the food is” he meowed and crept away from the chamber. Breezefeather curiously followed him outside, where a icy gust received her. She dashed to Thornshadow. He was standing still, facing a furry creature in the floor with a pink tail. Heartbeats later, the creature was in his mouth being offered to Breezefeather. Breezefeather’s eyes were wide, as she had never seen a cat catch like him.
“How did you do that?!” she gasped.
“That? Simple as it looks. Come, I’ll teach you” Thornshadow meowed. From that day on, Breezefeather was lead to a knowledge world, becoming more skilled and experienced every time. She had a little crush on Thornshadow, who deeply loved her. Neither of the cats knew the chamber under the cubboard they were living in was a deadly place in which few cats had the possibility to survive. And effectively it was like that. The Twolegs living in the nest once busted the couple living below their stairs. Astonished, they kicked the cats out. Breezefeather left the chamber, but Thornshadow refused. He claimed this burrow to be his home since he was a kit. Reluctantly, Breezefeather returned and tried convincing him to leave. But he insisted on staying, no matter how dangerous the Twolegs were. His rebeldy brought the Twolegs to a limit. Thornshadow crept out of the chamber and peered by the entrance in search for trouble. Breezefeather followed him. She was standing inches behind from him, but suddenly, a Twoleg crashed a massive rock over Thornshadow’s body. He was thrown backwards and his corpse fell over Breezefeather’s paws. Her eyes stared widely at him and tears flooded her amber eyes. But she didn’t have much time to cry. The Twolegs were throwing more rocks at her. She grabbed Thornshadow’s body and dragged it outside the chamber. She ran towards the forest and hid behind a lusty fern. The Twolegs calmed down and calmly returned to their nest. Breezefeather creapt out from the bush and buried Thornshadow’s corpse in the burrow he had loved too much. She gave him a small prayer and went outside again. No matter how, but she was getting to the forest Flamecloud told magnificent tales about. She carried on with her trip, until one day she finally made it. Too tired after her long journey, Breezefeather lied down besides a bushy plant and fell asleep. Minutes later, she felt something punching her on her chest. She woke up to meet the face of a kind tuxedo she-cat with olive eyes.
“You awoke!” she yowled happily. Breezefeather blinked in confusion, her muscles not moving.
“Hi, I’m Winterpaw, I trailed your scent, but I didn’t recognize it as part SilenceClan. Instantly, Breezefeather’s ears perked in the air. Had this cat just said, SilenceClan?
“Hold it, you mean, Clan?” she demanded. Winterpaw backened away, but her kind glace was still in her face.
“Yeah clans” she meowed back. That only meant something. She had made it! Breezefeather finally reached the forrest of the clans!
Moons have passed since Breezefeather became a noble and reliable Marshclanner, admirred by small ones and desired by some toms. But nobody knows the dreadful past she had been cursed to live.
Mother’s Name: Deathsky: sphinx she-cat with white pelt and gray stripes around her back. She has grim olive eyes with bloody scars around them. Actual rougue, mate of Hatewhisker.
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Father’s Name: Hatewhisker: pitchblack tom with dark brown eyes and disorganized pelt. Actual rouge, mate of Deathsky.
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Cats she Knows:
Zack: Handsome tabby tom with amber eyes. Actual kittypet, mate of Pearl.
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Pearl: beautiful tabby silver she-cat with emerald eyes. Actual kittypet, mate of Zack.
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Flamecloud: handsome bengal tom with charming amber eyes. Killed by a rat.
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Thornshadow: russian blue tom with light cerulean eyes.
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Rping Example: The clearing was engulfed with silence. Sunlight danced gracefully through the thick, gray, rain-soaked, clouds onto old graves and reflected into the deep sky. Wild grape-vines twisted through the black, metal, gate. Fresh green grapes dappled the silent clearing. An old brown wrinkled one slightly danced in the soft wet breeze and then plunged quietly off it’s perch onto the cold ground. It seemed to stare up at it’s old home and take it’s last look at life.
Through the thick bushes outlining the edges of the small overgrown clearing, a rustling could be heard. A sleek furry orange and golden head poked through curiously and searched the whole enchanting place. She stared into the distance looking for anything troublesome. A slight look of sneaky pleasure crossed her face and she pawed her way quietly into the center of the lonely place of death and sadness. This was her quiet place. This was where she came to catch the sun when it danced and teased the grass. This was where she came to just be herself.
The ginger cat glared slyly at the sun hidden between restraining clouds. She raced behind a single tree in the middle of the clearing and looked again at it but this time, more curiously. She moved to different spots but never left the clearing. He would not lose at his own game. The lean cat would search restlessly until she could see the full light of the graceful sun. She always wished she were the sun. It kept things living and it kept things peaceful. It was a hunch of his that the sun was one of the main things keeping this magnificent place alive. Her problem was that the grim memory of her past haunted her every day, not letting her live a happy life. She would never be the one relied on to keep things going. A sense of importance was in her soul and was waiting to escape.
Breezefeather sighed heavily. A moon light fell over the clearing, darkening her ginger pelt. She padded away from the glittering place towards the SilenceClan camp. A muffled scent bounded in the air. She lifted her nosetrills up to follow it, for she dreaded for a rest. Breezefeather yawned heavily and trailed the scent back. Minutes later, she found her self confortly crouching in the Warriors’ den, her eyes closing as she saw the last glimpse of her camp.
Clan: SilenceClan
Rank: Warrior
Age: 17 moons
Gender: She-cat
Physical Description: Breezefeather is a somali she-cat with a bright ginger coat that flushes radiantly with the sun. She’s got darker reddish smudges that blur with the outline of her body. She’s specialized in hunting, for she has a smooth and graceful body with a glossy fur. Translucent emerald olive eyes gleam in her glaring face. Both her front and back paws have a massive form and own a mighty strength. Breezefeather has a lean and light tail with a sandy ginger and white color that darkens to a glowing hue at its tip and combines with the dominant ginger of the rest of her pelt.
Picture: [x]
Personality: Breezefeather is a cheerful and outgoing cat with a zingy personality. She has a feisty character with her warrior friends and small ones. She does her best to maintain a high popular rank between others. She has a charming personality in public, but a sulky one in private. Few know her keen personality is a mask to hide the sorrow and the ghastly memories that haunt her everyday. Deep inside, she’s a timid and shy cat who doesn’t care about social statuses, but is only interested in assisting others and becoming the best warrior ever. A thick shade covers her, making fatter all the time. Her real personality is never revealed; only to the ones she can really consider friends. The shadows that lurk over her have a burly surface, making it harder for Breezefeather to get out from them. Despite her every-day lie, she’s a talented hunter who outstands for her skills and the amount of prey she grants to her clan. Any cat in her clan knows that, as long as she’s with them, they will be secure, for she’s a sturdy warrior and supplies her camp with tons of security.
History: Just like her personality indicates, Breezefeather has had a hideous past full of mourning and grievousness. She lives in a giant chasm that carves as the depth of her sorrow grows and crushes her spirit. Moons ago, she lived in a faraway hinterland with parents she never knew. She grew up lonely, but as she turned older, she became wise, mature, and strong. When she had the age of an average apprentice, a faint quaint from the forest around her nest led her outside her burrow. She followed it and found a tabby tom grooming his pelt. Breezefeather fell in love with him at first sight. She met the handsome cat, whose name was Zack. Blind in love, she didn’t notice Zack was a frail who desperately needed the assistance of a strong cat, like Breezefeather, to protect him during the journey he was accomplishing. He proposed her to accompany him, an offer Breezefeather couldn’t deny, as her heart pleaded for love and company. Both cats traveled to a small Twoleg valley that surrounded the mountains. Breezefeather was too grooped in love to notice Zack already had plans in the valley. A pretty kittypet awaited him there, and as soon as they arrived, Zack relinquished Breezefeather, the one that had sacrificed her life to safe him against badgers, foxes, even Twoleg monsters, to be with his beloved one, Pearl, the silver and sassy kittypet that owned his heart. Heartbroken, Breezefeather returned to the hinterland she was living in, sobbing uncontrollably. The same day she arrived, a tom appeared in front of her eyes. He fell in love with her, but Breezefeather was to sad to pay attention to him. Flamecloud, as he claimed to be called, consoled the fluffy patch of pelt until he managed to make her smile. Breezefeather got enchanted with the stories Flamecloud told her about the clans, the forest, their adventures, and their leaders. She got even more excited when he offered to take her there. Not doubting for a minute, Breezefeather accompanied him. In their way, both cats became more attached to each other, and sharing a mutual love. But one day, everything changed. While padding in a musty cave, a rat bit Flamecloud’s tail. Breezefeather fought the rat to death so she could protect her true love. Badly injured, he survived, but couldn’t handle to escape from the cave. The poison in his tail killed him. Breezefeather buried his body, more heartbroken than ever. She got out of the cave with a cloud of gloom misery floating over her. But just like she had promised Flamecloud, she was reaching the forrest of the clans no matter what it took. She proceeded on the journey, facing danger by danger, but not stopping for any reason. Breezefeather slept in Twoleg nests, rat burrows, and badger homes, risking her live only to accomplish her dream. One day, destiny lead her to an old rogue forest. Astonished by the rotten trees and leaves in it, she wandered aimlessly by it with out the least clue where she was. When suddenly, a cat leaped out of the bushes and attacked her. She had deadly claws and powerful jaws, but glittering emerald eyes, just like the ones Breezefeather had. Both she-cats fought to death, until they realized the bitter truth. In mid fight, Breezefeather stopped dead as she recognized the gleam in her foe’s eyes. It was her mother! She stopped fighting and decided to chat with the enormous she-cat. Deathsky stared at Breezefeather with wide eyes and rushed towards her to give her a spiky lick on the cheek. Breezefeather backened away and urged for her to explain why she abandoned her vulnerable kit in a small and frozen burrow. Deathsky sighed to hide an evil grin for her face. She couldn’t lie anymore, so she blabbed out the story.
“You see my dear child” Deathsky started. “Before I was pregnant, I despised kits. Their annoyance made my pelt bristle irritably. But one day, I met a handsome a lurky tom. We both shared the same loving feeling. Soon, I was pregnant. I was most disgusted by the idea of having a kit, and so was your father. As soon as you were born, I kitted you for one week. Your father didn’t support me a bit, and I loved him too much to avoid him just because I filthy rat in my paws. So I made a bramble nest in the hinterland you were living and ran back with your father. We have lived happily ever after.” She finished, with a dreamy sigh. A spark of fury and hate appeared in Breezefeather’s eyes. How dare did her mother do that! What had she ever done to her mother for her to despise her so much! She summoned her claws in the dry ground, prepared to attack in revenge. But a little voice in her mind told her to stay calm and continue with the chat.
“So” Breezefeather started softly. “You abandoned me and expected I could live my own life and raise by my self, didn’t you? And I bet you also wanted me to learn my own lessons and experienced and gain strength alone, right? Alone, in a chilly burrow...” she meowed casually. Not to her surprise, Deathsky nodded and smiled mischievously. But Breezefeather continued calmly.
“Well dear mother, you need to see what I learned” she proceeded, crouching. Deathsky gave her a puzzled look, while Breezefeather targeted her chest with her snout. Calling upon her back legs she jumped over her and clawed her deeply on the belly with her right paw. Deathsky let out a high pitched sketch as blood spilled from her body. Breezefeather clawed her again on the chest, this time smoother. Soon, Deathsky’s coat was colored in red blood. Breezefeather leaped away from her and padded inches from her.
“I’m glad you never raised me, for I would never like to become the nasty, pesty, repulsive, and rotten cat you are right now” she hissed. She helped her mother stand up again and gave her a quick lick in her scars. Deathsky glared despicefully at her, but was too weak to move or say anything. Breezefeather gave her a last revolting peek before padding away from the clearing and carry forward with her journey.
Breezefeather walked and walked, when in a kittypet place, love met with her again. The same day she met her beloved one, she had fled from a Twoleg home after stealing their food. A piece of chicken was in her mouth as she ran away from angry humans throwing rocks at her. She skidded to a halt when she met a small chamber beneath the stairs of the entrance of a little Twoleg nest. Breezefeather padded inside and crouched to a flurry ball. She ate the chicken, but her belly still growled. Now, where will she find food? Just like a miracle, a Russian blue tom named Thornshadow revealed his slender figure front the darkness.
“Hello” he meowed kindly. Breezefeather’s ears perked in the sky and she stood up. Her eyes met Thornshadow’s who stared tenderly at her.
“Um, Hi” Breezefeather saluted back, trying to hide the fear in her voice. The tom approached nearer to her.
“I heard you are hungry” he said. Breezefeather felt her cheeks boiling in shame as her belly growled again. Thornshadow chuckled and stepped forward.
“Its okay. Come, I’ll show you where the food is” he meowed and crept away from the chamber. Breezefeather curiously followed him outside, where a icy gust received her. She dashed to Thornshadow. He was standing still, facing a furry creature in the floor with a pink tail. Heartbeats later, the creature was in his mouth being offered to Breezefeather. Breezefeather’s eyes were wide, as she had never seen a cat catch like him.
“How did you do that?!” she gasped.
“That? Simple as it looks. Come, I’ll teach you” Thornshadow meowed. From that day on, Breezefeather was lead to a knowledge world, becoming more skilled and experienced every time. She had a little crush on Thornshadow, who deeply loved her. Neither of the cats knew the chamber under the cubboard they were living in was a deadly place in which few cats had the possibility to survive. And effectively it was like that. The Twolegs living in the nest once busted the couple living below their stairs. Astonished, they kicked the cats out. Breezefeather left the chamber, but Thornshadow refused. He claimed this burrow to be his home since he was a kit. Reluctantly, Breezefeather returned and tried convincing him to leave. But he insisted on staying, no matter how dangerous the Twolegs were. His rebeldy brought the Twolegs to a limit. Thornshadow crept out of the chamber and peered by the entrance in search for trouble. Breezefeather followed him. She was standing inches behind from him, but suddenly, a Twoleg crashed a massive rock over Thornshadow’s body. He was thrown backwards and his corpse fell over Breezefeather’s paws. Her eyes stared widely at him and tears flooded her amber eyes. But she didn’t have much time to cry. The Twolegs were throwing more rocks at her. She grabbed Thornshadow’s body and dragged it outside the chamber. She ran towards the forest and hid behind a lusty fern. The Twolegs calmed down and calmly returned to their nest. Breezefeather creapt out from the bush and buried Thornshadow’s corpse in the burrow he had loved too much. She gave him a small prayer and went outside again. No matter how, but she was getting to the forest Flamecloud told magnificent tales about. She carried on with her trip, until one day she finally made it. Too tired after her long journey, Breezefeather lied down besides a bushy plant and fell asleep. Minutes later, she felt something punching her on her chest. She woke up to meet the face of a kind tuxedo she-cat with olive eyes.
“You awoke!” she yowled happily. Breezefeather blinked in confusion, her muscles not moving.
“Hi, I’m Winterpaw, I trailed your scent, but I didn’t recognize it as part SilenceClan. Instantly, Breezefeather’s ears perked in the air. Had this cat just said, SilenceClan?
“Hold it, you mean, Clan?” she demanded. Winterpaw backened away, but her kind glace was still in her face.
“Yeah clans” she meowed back. That only meant something. She had made it! Breezefeather finally reached the forrest of the clans!
Moons have passed since Breezefeather became a noble and reliable Marshclanner, admirred by small ones and desired by some toms. But nobody knows the dreadful past she had been cursed to live.
Mother’s Name: Deathsky: sphinx she-cat with white pelt and gray stripes around her back. She has grim olive eyes with bloody scars around them. Actual rougue, mate of Hatewhisker.
Picture:
[x]
Father’s Name: Hatewhisker: pitchblack tom with dark brown eyes and disorganized pelt. Actual rouge, mate of Deathsky.
Picture:
[x]
Cats she Knows:
Zack: Handsome tabby tom with amber eyes. Actual kittypet, mate of Pearl.
Picture:
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Pearl: beautiful tabby silver she-cat with emerald eyes. Actual kittypet, mate of Zack.
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Flamecloud: handsome bengal tom with charming amber eyes. Killed by a rat.
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Thornshadow: russian blue tom with light cerulean eyes.
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Rping Example: The clearing was engulfed with silence. Sunlight danced gracefully through the thick, gray, rain-soaked, clouds onto old graves and reflected into the deep sky. Wild grape-vines twisted through the black, metal, gate. Fresh green grapes dappled the silent clearing. An old brown wrinkled one slightly danced in the soft wet breeze and then plunged quietly off it’s perch onto the cold ground. It seemed to stare up at it’s old home and take it’s last look at life.
Through the thick bushes outlining the edges of the small overgrown clearing, a rustling could be heard. A sleek furry orange and golden head poked through curiously and searched the whole enchanting place. She stared into the distance looking for anything troublesome. A slight look of sneaky pleasure crossed her face and she pawed her way quietly into the center of the lonely place of death and sadness. This was her quiet place. This was where she came to catch the sun when it danced and teased the grass. This was where she came to just be herself.
The ginger cat glared slyly at the sun hidden between restraining clouds. She raced behind a single tree in the middle of the clearing and looked again at it but this time, more curiously. She moved to different spots but never left the clearing. He would not lose at his own game. The lean cat would search restlessly until she could see the full light of the graceful sun. She always wished she were the sun. It kept things living and it kept things peaceful. It was a hunch of his that the sun was one of the main things keeping this magnificent place alive. Her problem was that the grim memory of her past haunted her every day, not letting her live a happy life. She would never be the one relied on to keep things going. A sense of importance was in her soul and was waiting to escape.
Breezefeather sighed heavily. A moon light fell over the clearing, darkening her ginger pelt. She padded away from the glittering place towards the SilenceClan camp. A muffled scent bounded in the air. She lifted her nosetrills up to follow it, for she dreaded for a rest. Breezefeather yawned heavily and trailed the scent back. Minutes later, she found her self confortly crouching in the Warriors’ den, her eyes closing as she saw the last glimpse of her camp.
