Post by - LOST . on Nov 17, 2009 17:49:16 GMT -7
______________The sky Faded with the dying sun, revealing the hidden Star .!
Leader of Shadowclan .!____________________________
I won't suffer, be broken, get tired, or wasted,
Surrender to nothing, or give up what I,
Started and stopped it, from end to beginning,
A new day is coming, and I am finally free.
It was strangely calming, to slither the night undetected. Each paw placed carefully before the other in a prowl of the shadows. Pale blue eyes were narrowed menacingly, peering there was a nip to the winter air, as the feline figure was pleased not to have a run with frozen lungs.
The moon made it's climb into the sky, it's pale wash sweeping over the vast land of Shadowclan territory. The stars glistened brightly in the blackened night. It was almost a lush onyx black pelt lain upon the sky, had not for prods of sharp claws to tear at the fur, and reveal the light poking in from behind. Such a concept could certainly not be true, of course, as when daylight rolled around, such a black pelt was none.
The tom prowled through the frozen grasses, his breath coming in hazy billows, as though he'd taken in a lung full of smoke. His paws wound silently over the hard, cold earth, body low in advance upon the unsuspecting creature. It's long tail trailing the brown critter, stretched as though a feline had taken their paws and stretched it like putty. This was a mouse, it's fur painted a lush dusty brown as winter came upon the mighty clan.
However the vision of the plump creature faded in the hazy fog, and Fadedstar felt the panic of loosing his catch set in, followed by the furious as it was not in his paws. With an irritated hiss, the pale tabby lurched forward, leaping blindly into the fog. The form met his claws and a satisfactory purr rose in his throat. However when he looked down, he could not see his paws, and with a blink of confusion, the scenery chanced.
Fadedstar was not out in the Shadowclan marshes. His eyes widened as the confines of his den became clear, some of his moss bedding gripped in his claws. So he'd been dreaming. Perhaps it was a subtle reminder, his mind telling him that leaf-bare was indeed coming, the days of leaf-fall were growing colder, accompanied by morning frosts.
A yawn forced it's way up the tom's lungs as he staggered to his paws. Shaking scraps of moss from his pale gray pelt, Fadedstar glanced to the mouth of his den. Pale dawn light washed through the mouth of the leaders den. Fadedstar didn't spend much time in hear, only to sleep, usually. The warriors den was always better suited, he thought. With the warmth of others, and being able to share tongues with den mates. You didn't often get that here.
Whiskers quivering as Fadedstar tried to shake of his drowsiness, his numbly padded forward, shouldering out of his den, and into the clearing. It was morning, and at first glance, the clearing seemed quiet. However the snarling of the leader's stomach caused quick distraction as the tom absentmindedly padded toward the fresh kill pile.
