Post by Eclypse on Dec 25, 2008 3:45:48 GMT -5
As the morning sun began to stir, luminous rays of light broke through the dying dusk, foretelling of a new day. The streams of sunlight seeped through the thicket of the Warriors den, slowly crawling atop the whitest and flawless coat in the hollow. The light fell to no comparison against the blanket of snow.
In due time, the light soon began to swell, eventually covering most of the pelts in speckled spots of sunlight. The soft sound of air flowing in and out of the noses of cats quietly filled the fairish in size den, all eyes only a slither of black lashes- all except one. Morning’s light soon beckoned the she-cat to reality, and she reluctantly left the safety and comfort of her dreams. Sluggishly, white eyelashes crept open, taking in the newly discovered light with awareness as it proved the night’s sleepy spell to be truly over. Finally, with given time, gracious gold orbs bloomed to breathe in the sweet nectar of sunrise dew, fresh from the nearby flowers.
A white ear gave a quick twitch in recognition to her complete awakening. With a sudden urge, her jaw muscles tightened, stretching open to reveal a wide and pink mouth. Rows of ivory teeth sat neatly in their place, and were soon concealed again as her mouth came closed. The familiar taste of dry nothingness teased her mouth, and she helplessly licked her lips as a soft smacking sound echoed in the room. Water. She always drank from the stream in the morning- her mouth was usually dry. Though her body protested, she stood, her restricted stretch careful not to touch or disturb the other flanks that still rose and fell. Tediously, white paws stepped over the bodies, until she was entirely outside.
She opened her mouth to invite the fresh, brisk scents of the rainfall the day before; and it smelt wonderful. The femora had constantly been one for rain, but only for its smell and bringing of crisp rainwater. Activity began to move in her bones as she pawed her way towards the close stream. The ground had dried a bit quicker than usual, but the moist soil still lingered in most places. The familiar touch of foliage felt cold and crackled under her pink pads. Her senses had always been a tad more powerful than most, but it wasn’t always bad. It was things like this- the touch of leaves, the smell of rain- that made it worthwhile.
At last, she came to the small stream. It was surrounded by many trees, but a small path was still visible and led back to the camp. Autumn had found its way to the brush, and the leaves were still green here and there, but orange and red were beginning to appear. The clear and vivid crystal water trickled before her, and with a relieved sigh, she bent down as a pink tongue escaped to lap the water. It came to and fro, like a frog attempting to catch a fly- but like the frog, she always got the water. The luscious liquid soothed her mouth, quenching her once dry and yearning tastebuds. Her throat- and belly- gave a courteous thank you with a small rumble that signified satisfaction.
Lifting her white chin heavenward, she glanced at the passing clouds, rays of sunshine fighting to take control. And what would the day bring? ‘Something new, I hope…’ With a quick blink, she scurried off back to camp to begin the day’s activities. She was of a flash of white.
And only the birds sang a song with the babbling brook.
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Wow... That was.. A weird write. o.O;
I didn't see any topics here, so I assumed it wasn't used, or most members on here were from the old site... But I guess I should introduce myself. ^^;
My name is Natasha.
I just turned 15 last week or so, so please bare with me in my skills. x.x They're not the greatest... And I apologize for the use of smilies. It's an addiction.
By the way: I LOVE that Noob Topic in the Information section. x'D that made my day.
...
And now I am beginning to think I am one. >>;;
In due time, the light soon began to swell, eventually covering most of the pelts in speckled spots of sunlight. The soft sound of air flowing in and out of the noses of cats quietly filled the fairish in size den, all eyes only a slither of black lashes- all except one. Morning’s light soon beckoned the she-cat to reality, and she reluctantly left the safety and comfort of her dreams. Sluggishly, white eyelashes crept open, taking in the newly discovered light with awareness as it proved the night’s sleepy spell to be truly over. Finally, with given time, gracious gold orbs bloomed to breathe in the sweet nectar of sunrise dew, fresh from the nearby flowers.
A white ear gave a quick twitch in recognition to her complete awakening. With a sudden urge, her jaw muscles tightened, stretching open to reveal a wide and pink mouth. Rows of ivory teeth sat neatly in their place, and were soon concealed again as her mouth came closed. The familiar taste of dry nothingness teased her mouth, and she helplessly licked her lips as a soft smacking sound echoed in the room. Water. She always drank from the stream in the morning- her mouth was usually dry. Though her body protested, she stood, her restricted stretch careful not to touch or disturb the other flanks that still rose and fell. Tediously, white paws stepped over the bodies, until she was entirely outside.
She opened her mouth to invite the fresh, brisk scents of the rainfall the day before; and it smelt wonderful. The femora had constantly been one for rain, but only for its smell and bringing of crisp rainwater. Activity began to move in her bones as she pawed her way towards the close stream. The ground had dried a bit quicker than usual, but the moist soil still lingered in most places. The familiar touch of foliage felt cold and crackled under her pink pads. Her senses had always been a tad more powerful than most, but it wasn’t always bad. It was things like this- the touch of leaves, the smell of rain- that made it worthwhile.
At last, she came to the small stream. It was surrounded by many trees, but a small path was still visible and led back to the camp. Autumn had found its way to the brush, and the leaves were still green here and there, but orange and red were beginning to appear. The clear and vivid crystal water trickled before her, and with a relieved sigh, she bent down as a pink tongue escaped to lap the water. It came to and fro, like a frog attempting to catch a fly- but like the frog, she always got the water. The luscious liquid soothed her mouth, quenching her once dry and yearning tastebuds. Her throat- and belly- gave a courteous thank you with a small rumble that signified satisfaction.
Lifting her white chin heavenward, she glanced at the passing clouds, rays of sunshine fighting to take control. And what would the day bring? ‘Something new, I hope…’ With a quick blink, she scurried off back to camp to begin the day’s activities. She was of a flash of white.
And only the birds sang a song with the babbling brook.
--------------------------O-------------O------------O--------------------------
Wow... That was.. A weird write. o.O;
I didn't see any topics here, so I assumed it wasn't used, or most members on here were from the old site... But I guess I should introduce myself. ^^;
My name is Natasha.
I just turned 15 last week or so, so please bare with me in my skills. x.x They're not the greatest... And I apologize for the use of smilies. It's an addiction.
By the way: I LOVE that Noob Topic in the Information section. x'D that made my day.
...
And now I am beginning to think I am one. >>;;