Post by .F.r.o.z.e.n. |Gorsey| on Dec 11, 2008 16:25:19 GMT -7
Only the lonely know <--
The harsh winds billowed through the trees above Gorsepelt's head, causing the branches to shake and crack with ferocity. The weather was not kind to a lone traveler, trying to find his way to a refuge. The faint whisperings that drifted in the wind taunted and teased Gorsepelt's ears, haunting and malicious. Gorsepelt's paws were wary, slowly stepping over the hard, cracked earth. Though the hour was late and the weather harsh, the lonely wanderer pressed on with strength and vigor, straining towards his destination with every fiber of his being. He had to see her again. Her just had to. He pictured her soft, loving face. Her small, agile body. Her pale, beautiful pelt. In the chasms of his mind, he was slowly being eaten away by insanity. She was his other half, a part of him he shouldn't have left behind. He had to see his sister.
What night's like these, do to me <--
The journey had been rough already, considering what a long way he was away from his home already. His paws had carried him over the hills into WindClan, where he was met none too kindly by a warrior and his apprentice. He darted across the moors, straight into FireClan territory, where the warrior gave up chase. Panting and worn, he had trudged on slowly, his senses alert for any sign of FireClan warriors. He had many enemies in these clans, for none of them had looked gently on his decision to become a Loner after many moons in WaterClan.
You're the last thing on my mind <--
His pelt was ragged but healthy, for he hunted on his own without worrying about elders and queens. But being alone came with cold nights and savage living. Trying to be civilized, Gorsepelt marked a boundary of his territory, so other cats would know it was HIS hunting ground. Defending it was not a problem until recently. His territory was small, but usually could feed him for many seasons. Now cats took what they wanted when they wanted it. It sure took a toll on Gorsepelt's health.
I wonder if you can relate <--
As Gorsepelt went further, he tensed. His scent glands detected a fresh FireClan scent. He crouched, ready for anything that might come upon him.
The harsh winds billowed through the trees above Gorsepelt's head, causing the branches to shake and crack with ferocity. The weather was not kind to a lone traveler, trying to find his way to a refuge. The faint whisperings that drifted in the wind taunted and teased Gorsepelt's ears, haunting and malicious. Gorsepelt's paws were wary, slowly stepping over the hard, cracked earth. Though the hour was late and the weather harsh, the lonely wanderer pressed on with strength and vigor, straining towards his destination with every fiber of his being. He had to see her again. Her just had to. He pictured her soft, loving face. Her small, agile body. Her pale, beautiful pelt. In the chasms of his mind, he was slowly being eaten away by insanity. She was his other half, a part of him he shouldn't have left behind. He had to see his sister.
What night's like these, do to me <--
The journey had been rough already, considering what a long way he was away from his home already. His paws had carried him over the hills into WindClan, where he was met none too kindly by a warrior and his apprentice. He darted across the moors, straight into FireClan territory, where the warrior gave up chase. Panting and worn, he had trudged on slowly, his senses alert for any sign of FireClan warriors. He had many enemies in these clans, for none of them had looked gently on his decision to become a Loner after many moons in WaterClan.
You're the last thing on my mind <--
His pelt was ragged but healthy, for he hunted on his own without worrying about elders and queens. But being alone came with cold nights and savage living. Trying to be civilized, Gorsepelt marked a boundary of his territory, so other cats would know it was HIS hunting ground. Defending it was not a problem until recently. His territory was small, but usually could feed him for many seasons. Now cats took what they wanted when they wanted it. It sure took a toll on Gorsepelt's health.
I wonder if you can relate <--
As Gorsepelt went further, he tensed. His scent glands detected a fresh FireClan scent. He crouched, ready for anything that might come upon him.
