Post by Deleted on Aug 8, 2010 21:09:58 GMT -8
Darkness loomed all around and in the forest. Stars and the last of the waning moon shed light about the Shadowclan territory which was littered with pine and the needles that fell from them. It also bathed its light on the outline of a dark cat sneaking through the territory markers.
The cat looked fidgety and kept looking around with full moon eyes that occasionally widened at a noise. It's dark pelt seemed to blend into the surroundings just fine, as if the cat had been born for this type of life. To be inside the territory and living with the cats inside it, but the sad truth was, this cat didn't live inside the territory. This cat was a loner who had crossed Shadowclan's border. It wasn't the first time either. Each time seemed to be tightening the noose around his throat.
He had been caught a moon ago by a lithe and strong tom by the name of Mudstripe. Runningpath, a just as strong and blunt female cat as him, had saved his furry butt last time. Mudstripe would have mad for sure that the intruder would limp home with plenty of wounds to lick. He had been lucky and only left with one gash on his side. Now it was healed and he seemed to chance his luck more so.
The cats' name was Crow and he'd been hearing insistent noises that would never stop for nights on end. They weren't just noises either, they sounded like whispers, moving bodies, and light paws moving through the grass and woods. It was faint for a while, but soon it had grown horribly loud for his ears or mind, whichever was hearing it. When asking a passing loner if they heard the same things, they looked at him as if he was a loon. He wasn't though, was he? Even Runningpath had told him not to worry about it, but how could he not.
So here he was again inside Shadowclan territory. It wasn't necessarily his fault for the start. For many days now it was as if his paws were choosing which way to go and dragging him towards the border. Not tonight though. This time he'd chosen to go himself and investigate. It seemed to him that as he got closer towards Shadowclan territory, the voices and noises grew louder and louder.
His paws silently led him through the pine forest that swam with Shadowclan scent. At every paw step the noises got louder. Eventually, the noises were building up so loudly in his mind, he wasn't even sure how he was conscious still. It hurt so badly and soon he was sure he was hallucinating. Crow could almost hear entire words in different tones. This was scaring him badly and he quickened his pace. Slowly he had no sense of direction and every noise spooked him horribly. Soon he was full-scale running, not knowing where to go other than to go in the direction the noise was the loudest although it was taking it all out of him.
Suddenly, the ground sloped and his one of his paws hit a root that was sticking out of the soil. His body tumbled down out of control and so did his senses. The world was spinning and he couldn't help, but feel that this wasn't such a good idea as his body hit the bank of a pool of water. Water lapped into his fur and the sheer pressure in his mind and hurt body made him drift from consciousness. His body was trying to spare him the world of pain and he allowed it as the water soaked through his fur and his breathing steadied. I'm falling asleep.... Crow's eyes closed.
The cat looked fidgety and kept looking around with full moon eyes that occasionally widened at a noise. It's dark pelt seemed to blend into the surroundings just fine, as if the cat had been born for this type of life. To be inside the territory and living with the cats inside it, but the sad truth was, this cat didn't live inside the territory. This cat was a loner who had crossed Shadowclan's border. It wasn't the first time either. Each time seemed to be tightening the noose around his throat.
He had been caught a moon ago by a lithe and strong tom by the name of Mudstripe. Runningpath, a just as strong and blunt female cat as him, had saved his furry butt last time. Mudstripe would have mad for sure that the intruder would limp home with plenty of wounds to lick. He had been lucky and only left with one gash on his side. Now it was healed and he seemed to chance his luck more so.
The cats' name was Crow and he'd been hearing insistent noises that would never stop for nights on end. They weren't just noises either, they sounded like whispers, moving bodies, and light paws moving through the grass and woods. It was faint for a while, but soon it had grown horribly loud for his ears or mind, whichever was hearing it. When asking a passing loner if they heard the same things, they looked at him as if he was a loon. He wasn't though, was he? Even Runningpath had told him not to worry about it, but how could he not.
So here he was again inside Shadowclan territory. It wasn't necessarily his fault for the start. For many days now it was as if his paws were choosing which way to go and dragging him towards the border. Not tonight though. This time he'd chosen to go himself and investigate. It seemed to him that as he got closer towards Shadowclan territory, the voices and noises grew louder and louder.
His paws silently led him through the pine forest that swam with Shadowclan scent. At every paw step the noises got louder. Eventually, the noises were building up so loudly in his mind, he wasn't even sure how he was conscious still. It hurt so badly and soon he was sure he was hallucinating. Crow could almost hear entire words in different tones. This was scaring him badly and he quickened his pace. Slowly he had no sense of direction and every noise spooked him horribly. Soon he was full-scale running, not knowing where to go other than to go in the direction the noise was the loudest although it was taking it all out of him.
Suddenly, the ground sloped and his one of his paws hit a root that was sticking out of the soil. His body tumbled down out of control and so did his senses. The world was spinning and he couldn't help, but feel that this wasn't such a good idea as his body hit the bank of a pool of water. Water lapped into his fur and the sheer pressure in his mind and hurt body made him drift from consciousness. His body was trying to spare him the world of pain and he allowed it as the water soaked through his fur and his breathing steadied. I'm falling asleep.... Crow's eyes closed.
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