Post by Shadepelt on Jun 27, 2006 12:33:01 GMT -5
((Oh no! I forgot about my dead little kitteh Birchkit! -cries- Poor kitteh...))
An azure sky shone blue above the lands of StarClan, and a soft summer breeze carried stray leaves in it's grip. The heavenly place where all cats come to peace, was a colossal place for a small kit, sitting in the center of camp, alone. The sweet scent of flowers wafted into small nostrils, making it's mottled brown pelt, which still had the soft kit fur, tingle with content. The former WindClan kit was an image of pure happiness; shining green eyes, a soft brown pelt, and a jaw that could hold the perfect smile. Yet if you looked past her outward appearence, you would see much more. A heart-wrenching sadness, of not having any friends, and not knowing where your family resides. Inside the swimming green depths of the liquid green orbs, pain lashed at anycat who dared to look. The former WindClan kit was not exactly sure how she died, she just remembered sickness, and horrible pain, and deep, deep sleeps. She was almost totally sure she had died in her sleep, for she remembered no horrific flash, or jolt of pain, it had been smooth, and she had awoken here. Having died a young kit, she hadn't had time to make friends, for she had spent most of her young life in the Medicine Cat's den. Green orbs were coated with hot, fresh tears, just waiting to be spilled. Birchkit felt no embearesment in holding them in, after all, she was all alone. Hot, salty tears sprang out, and rolled down her strong cheekbones. Small, soft, sad sobs wrenched in her throat, and escaped in one big gulp of a cry, and she felt choked as a lump formed in her windpipe. Releasing her emotions fully, she curled up as tight as she could, hoping she would stay unseen forever, just a passing shadow to the untrained eye.
But then again, what good was hope? Hope had not helped her live, nor find her parents. Hope wouldn't help, she was in this alone.
An azure sky shone blue above the lands of StarClan, and a soft summer breeze carried stray leaves in it's grip. The heavenly place where all cats come to peace, was a colossal place for a small kit, sitting in the center of camp, alone. The sweet scent of flowers wafted into small nostrils, making it's mottled brown pelt, which still had the soft kit fur, tingle with content. The former WindClan kit was an image of pure happiness; shining green eyes, a soft brown pelt, and a jaw that could hold the perfect smile. Yet if you looked past her outward appearence, you would see much more. A heart-wrenching sadness, of not having any friends, and not knowing where your family resides. Inside the swimming green depths of the liquid green orbs, pain lashed at anycat who dared to look. The former WindClan kit was not exactly sure how she died, she just remembered sickness, and horrible pain, and deep, deep sleeps. She was almost totally sure she had died in her sleep, for she remembered no horrific flash, or jolt of pain, it had been smooth, and she had awoken here. Having died a young kit, she hadn't had time to make friends, for she had spent most of her young life in the Medicine Cat's den. Green orbs were coated with hot, fresh tears, just waiting to be spilled. Birchkit felt no embearesment in holding them in, after all, she was all alone. Hot, salty tears sprang out, and rolled down her strong cheekbones. Small, soft, sad sobs wrenched in her throat, and escaped in one big gulp of a cry, and she felt choked as a lump formed in her windpipe. Releasing her emotions fully, she curled up as tight as she could, hoping she would stay unseen forever, just a passing shadow to the untrained eye.
But then again, what good was hope? Hope had not helped her live, nor find her parents. Hope wouldn't help, she was in this alone.
