Post by iNK. on Aug 12, 2009 2:03:56 GMT -7
SKYRAIN.
And the rain will kill us all,
And the rain will kill us all,
The sun glowed a vibrant orange-red as it lowered itself below the horizon. The glare turned the leaves a jade-green, and the grass sparkled. Sap clung to the barks, making the surface sticky and unstable. A grey squirrel nibbled on an acorn, oblivious of the cat that sat alone. With a twitch of its ears, it ran up the sticky tree.
Lonely. That was the first thing that popped into her head as she looked at the setting sun. Her whole life had been an exciting adventure - back when she was an apprentice. But now, at 21 moons only, Skyrain felt desperately lonely. She didn't know why - there was always some cat to speak to or make conversation with.
She knew the answer to her problems was in her mind, and she was thinking about that now. A mate would resolve this loneliness... she had always wanted one.
A mate to care for her, and pick her up when she was down. All her life she had wanted a mate, and then kits. She wanted to make the most of her life. She wanted to live it to the full.
Skyrain flung around when she heard a snap of twigs behind her.
