Post by Skystorm on Jun 7, 2012 18:23:12 GMT -5
You know that feeling? The feeling when you didn't really loose anything, but you feel like you did? When you wanted something so badly, but it didn't happen? When you were deprived of your greatest desire by no fault of your own? Or perhaps, just maybe, you feel... Betrayed. Not by a friend, not by a lover, but by the stars themselves. When you felt like crying to StarClan themselves?
Shaking these thoughts from her head, Skystorm, breathing in the air that signaled she was near the surface, finished chewing up the last of the bitter herb and putting it on a dry, crisp leaf before placing it in a hole in the side of the den walls, packed with sand. It was an old, large, sturdy badger set, long abandoned and connected to a series of tunnels where tunnelers sometimes came up.
The medicine cat padded outside the badger set, feeling the warm dawn sunshine on her ginger pelt. Her amber eyes glinted faintly in the light reflected by the circle of fire known as the sun, as she waited in a corner in case of any illnesses, injures, or cats simply wanting to talk. As a medicine cat, it was Skystorm's duty to do all of these things and more.
But sometimes, just sometimes, she wished it wasn't this way... She wished she was in the tunnels once more, navigating deep underground. But there were other things, too... And this was her path. Don't regret a thing... Her friend had once said from StarClan.
But how?
[/color]Shaking these thoughts from her head, Skystorm, breathing in the air that signaled she was near the surface, finished chewing up the last of the bitter herb and putting it on a dry, crisp leaf before placing it in a hole in the side of the den walls, packed with sand. It was an old, large, sturdy badger set, long abandoned and connected to a series of tunnels where tunnelers sometimes came up.
The medicine cat padded outside the badger set, feeling the warm dawn sunshine on her ginger pelt. Her amber eyes glinted faintly in the light reflected by the circle of fire known as the sun, as she waited in a corner in case of any illnesses, injures, or cats simply wanting to talk. As a medicine cat, it was Skystorm's duty to do all of these things and more.
But sometimes, just sometimes, she wished it wasn't this way... She wished she was in the tunnels once more, navigating deep underground. But there were other things, too... And this was her path. Don't regret a thing... Her friend had once said from StarClan.
But how?
