Post by Snowstar on Mar 30, 2007 20:20:23 GMT -5
The pale moon shed little light through the thick bushes which surrounded the PaleClan camp. It would be enough to make a normal, diurnal cat turn tail and scamper back to their Clan. But the cat that now stood in the marsh would no longer turn tail and run from the darkness than it would fear a baby rabbit; it was a nocturnal cat, used to the dim light of the moon, using its acute senses to conquer whatever stood in its path.
But… was it really an it? Was it a male, or a female? Judging by its slightly small stature, relatively small paws, and smaller-sized face, it could be determined that it was actually a she. The moon’s light cast an eerie, incandescent glow in the area, and a gray fog covered the thick lands. To any normal eye, the she-cat would appear to be a silver colour with a series of darker gray striped. But, if any cat would remember their own surroundings, they would note that the gray tint would make her appear darker. In the daylight, she was a white cat with silver markings. But did the prey that she hunted care about their captor’s outside?
The sky was covered with a blanket of black; no stars would light the path of this warrior on such a night. But the cat stalking prey was no warrior of PaleClan; she was their leader, Snowstar. And any cat that met in the marsh would know her by her blue eyes that were very unique, something as unique as a pawprint, or even a birthmark. That the prey would care about her eyes would be very rare.
The she-cat placed her paws on the slightly soft ground, careful not to rustle the leaves that had fallen in the past few days. She stepped over twigs lightly, bounded over a rock or two, and yet the prey never knew she was every there. She made sure to place herself upwind from the rabbit she desired to catch. They always had been her favorite; the white rabbits looked so regal and peaceful, a bit like she when faced with her own reflection. But Snowstar was not a haughty cat, so whether or not she appeared beautiful to others, it was the inside- her leadership, duty, and loyalty- that mattered most to the Clan, or, so it should.
The she-cat made a sharp turn to the left, putting her on a collision course with the waterfall. But she knew how to play her cards well, and she wasn’t going to settle for fish; she had her mind on a plump, juicy rabbit. She stalked down towards the pond and then took another sharp turn, bringing her to the outside of a rabbit burrow. She was doing well at this game of poker. She lowered herself to the ground and stalked around a tree. She knew about the habits of rabbits; she had watched them on several occasions. And now, her patience had paid off. Downwind, she caught the scent of the approaching prey. She made a valiant leap over a fallen tree-trunk and slapped one paw out at the rabbit, claws unsheathed. The first blow paralyzed the poor thing, and with a devastating bite, the rabbit had lost the game. Snowstar: 1; rabbit: 0.
Still, the she-cat could not turn tail and leave just yet. PaleClan had become relatively smaller, and the few cats they had needed to be fresh for the morning patrols. Only two cats had gone out to hunt- Snowstar and her deputy, and she couldn’t just parade into camp with a mere count of one rabbit. She reversed her directed and sped off towards the waterfall. While not crawling with fish, it would provide an adequate amount. With three or four more fish, she would have enough of a haul to take home.
She approached the edge of the falls, and, knowing that the fish wouldn’t catch the sight of her shadow on account of the dark night, she had no other objections to glancing at her reflection in the pond. That one glance of herself was enough to pull herself away from the fall in shock, for when she had glanced into the large basin of water, she had not seen herself; rather, she had seen the reflection of her two siblings- Flowerpaw and Treepaw, the pair that left PaleClan over a year ago, for a reason yet unknown. But as the spectral figure of Snowstar lifted her head in all hopes to see the completion of an old trio of siblings, the glimmer of hope faded; her mind had tricked her… yet again.
And in that moment, Snowstar began to question herself. Why was she here? Why had she been hunting? Why was she alone? Why did she seem to have no friends? Was she even liked in camp? Why did her siblings leave? Were they alive? Did they remember her? Did she deserve to be leader? Why had she lived through the battle? Why hadn't she been killed by that fox? Every uncertainty possible flooded through her mind like the rushing water going over its falls. Indeed, her mind sometimes worked against her. Being alone in the middle of the falls at night and seeing her siblings brought back every thing she never wanted to be brought up again.
Some of her worried were eased quickly. She was there to hunt because the others in camp were hungry and tired. StarClan wanted her to be leader, she supposed. Her siblings left for StarClan's purpose, they loved her and remembered her. Still, the lonliness of seeming to have no friends struck her hard, weakening her confidence for that brief, vunerable moment. And then her own life- the living thing inside of her- she wondered why she had it. Couldn't she had died that night, just as easily as the others? Why was she spared? To this question she had no answer.
She knew this uncertainty would last little more than a few minutes. She had those spells after seeing her siblings faces in such detail that spooked every question in her. She would soon return to camp, unscathed, maybe a bit shakey, but none worse for the wear. She would stroll into camp like nothing had ever happened. But for the encompassing few minutes, she would let the thoughts overwhelm her. Only a true friends could save her at said point, bring her back to reality until duty called- but she had none to come.
But… was it really an it? Was it a male, or a female? Judging by its slightly small stature, relatively small paws, and smaller-sized face, it could be determined that it was actually a she. The moon’s light cast an eerie, incandescent glow in the area, and a gray fog covered the thick lands. To any normal eye, the she-cat would appear to be a silver colour with a series of darker gray striped. But, if any cat would remember their own surroundings, they would note that the gray tint would make her appear darker. In the daylight, she was a white cat with silver markings. But did the prey that she hunted care about their captor’s outside?
The sky was covered with a blanket of black; no stars would light the path of this warrior on such a night. But the cat stalking prey was no warrior of PaleClan; she was their leader, Snowstar. And any cat that met in the marsh would know her by her blue eyes that were very unique, something as unique as a pawprint, or even a birthmark. That the prey would care about her eyes would be very rare.
The she-cat placed her paws on the slightly soft ground, careful not to rustle the leaves that had fallen in the past few days. She stepped over twigs lightly, bounded over a rock or two, and yet the prey never knew she was every there. She made sure to place herself upwind from the rabbit she desired to catch. They always had been her favorite; the white rabbits looked so regal and peaceful, a bit like she when faced with her own reflection. But Snowstar was not a haughty cat, so whether or not she appeared beautiful to others, it was the inside- her leadership, duty, and loyalty- that mattered most to the Clan, or, so it should.
The she-cat made a sharp turn to the left, putting her on a collision course with the waterfall. But she knew how to play her cards well, and she wasn’t going to settle for fish; she had her mind on a plump, juicy rabbit. She stalked down towards the pond and then took another sharp turn, bringing her to the outside of a rabbit burrow. She was doing well at this game of poker. She lowered herself to the ground and stalked around a tree. She knew about the habits of rabbits; she had watched them on several occasions. And now, her patience had paid off. Downwind, she caught the scent of the approaching prey. She made a valiant leap over a fallen tree-trunk and slapped one paw out at the rabbit, claws unsheathed. The first blow paralyzed the poor thing, and with a devastating bite, the rabbit had lost the game. Snowstar: 1; rabbit: 0.
Still, the she-cat could not turn tail and leave just yet. PaleClan had become relatively smaller, and the few cats they had needed to be fresh for the morning patrols. Only two cats had gone out to hunt- Snowstar and her deputy, and she couldn’t just parade into camp with a mere count of one rabbit. She reversed her directed and sped off towards the waterfall. While not crawling with fish, it would provide an adequate amount. With three or four more fish, she would have enough of a haul to take home.
She approached the edge of the falls, and, knowing that the fish wouldn’t catch the sight of her shadow on account of the dark night, she had no other objections to glancing at her reflection in the pond. That one glance of herself was enough to pull herself away from the fall in shock, for when she had glanced into the large basin of water, she had not seen herself; rather, she had seen the reflection of her two siblings- Flowerpaw and Treepaw, the pair that left PaleClan over a year ago, for a reason yet unknown. But as the spectral figure of Snowstar lifted her head in all hopes to see the completion of an old trio of siblings, the glimmer of hope faded; her mind had tricked her… yet again.
And in that moment, Snowstar began to question herself. Why was she here? Why had she been hunting? Why was she alone? Why did she seem to have no friends? Was she even liked in camp? Why did her siblings leave? Were they alive? Did they remember her? Did she deserve to be leader? Why had she lived through the battle? Why hadn't she been killed by that fox? Every uncertainty possible flooded through her mind like the rushing water going over its falls. Indeed, her mind sometimes worked against her. Being alone in the middle of the falls at night and seeing her siblings brought back every thing she never wanted to be brought up again.
Some of her worried were eased quickly. She was there to hunt because the others in camp were hungry and tired. StarClan wanted her to be leader, she supposed. Her siblings left for StarClan's purpose, they loved her and remembered her. Still, the lonliness of seeming to have no friends struck her hard, weakening her confidence for that brief, vunerable moment. And then her own life- the living thing inside of her- she wondered why she had it. Couldn't she had died that night, just as easily as the others? Why was she spared? To this question she had no answer.
She knew this uncertainty would last little more than a few minutes. She had those spells after seeing her siblings faces in such detail that spooked every question in her. She would soon return to camp, unscathed, maybe a bit shakey, but none worse for the wear. She would stroll into camp like nothing had ever happened. But for the encompassing few minutes, she would let the thoughts overwhelm her. Only a true friends could save her at said point, bring her back to reality until duty called- but she had none to come.