Post by (§)Silvey(§) on Aug 24, 2008 20:00:36 GMT -5
Overhead the sun rose high, it's early morning rays just barely penetrating the roof of twigs and leaves. The sky was the purest of blues, not a cloud in sight, the scent of rain in the air, nonexistent. A crow cawed in fright as a hawk swooped out of the air, a tiny mouse clutched in its talons. A leaf fell from a winding birch as summer's end neared. She heard none of it.
The gentle rise and fall of a tiny flank was the only sign of movement in the den. An gray-blue ear twitched, a paw shifted, a whimper broke the silence. The sky overhead changed. The bright, pure, blue, was gone, in its place a dark cloud that stretched across the sky. A clap of thunder sent birds screeching. Another whimper joined the first and ghostly silver eyes flew open. No! the she-cat cried. A fat drop of rain crept through the interwoven branches and landed on her head with a slight splash. A shake of her head cleared her head of the remnants of her dream. She looked to the sky and breathed in deeply. Almost instantly, the skies cleared. Slowly, her ghostly gray eyes returned to their normal soft baby blue color.
Suddenly frightened, she looked around. Upon seeing the den to be empty, she let out a sigh of relief. No one had seen her. It was a secret she guarded carefully. No one in AirClan knew of her power. Even now, after having lived among them for nearly a moon, she had no wish to have her secret discovered. She feared the Clans would ask her to make it rain for them when it was dry, or for her to banish the mist when they wished to hunt. Either way, it was not in her best interest to let her clanmates know that she could control all forms of precipitation.
So she was silent. And as she stretched in silence, the familiar weight of sorrow settled once more on her heart. Koshkic was dead. Shortly after joining the Clan she'd encountered a cat, an escapee of the lab. Koshkic was dead, he told her, and her heart had broken. Koshkic, her friend who had helped her escape. Koshkic, the closest thing to a family she'd ever remembered having. Koshkic, who had gotten caught just as she had leaped from the window. Koshkic who had insisted she run. Who had promised to find her. Well, he'd broken his promise, and she would never forgive him for it.
She let out a deep breath, one she had not realized she'd been holding. The remnants of her dream came to the front of her mind once more and she blinked back tears. She was alone now. Her dreams plagued by faceless cats. Mother, Lykaios, Kissa. The names were unfamiliar to her, but she knew they were names. She knew what a mother was, she knew she'd had one. But she didn't remember having one, and that's what bothered her.
Another deep breath was released from her lungs, exiting through her nostrils. Her eyes closed, and after a moment, they opened once more, a fierce determination entering them. No matter, she had a new life now. She'd been given a chance to start over once more in AirClan. She wouldn't mess up this time. It was a promise she'd made to herself many times over.
She was snapped from her melancholy thoughts by the sound of pawsteps outside the den. She turned her head, startled, her ears flattened against her head, her claws unsheathing automatically. It took her a moment to remind herself that she was safe here, no whitecoats would open the door or prod her with cold, sharp, sticks. But by the time she remembered that, she'd already prepared herself for a fight. She took another breath and her fur, which had begun to rise, flattened once more, her ears stood up once more, but her claws remained free of their sheaths.
The gentle rise and fall of a tiny flank was the only sign of movement in the den. An gray-blue ear twitched, a paw shifted, a whimper broke the silence. The sky overhead changed. The bright, pure, blue, was gone, in its place a dark cloud that stretched across the sky. A clap of thunder sent birds screeching. Another whimper joined the first and ghostly silver eyes flew open. No! the she-cat cried. A fat drop of rain crept through the interwoven branches and landed on her head with a slight splash. A shake of her head cleared her head of the remnants of her dream. She looked to the sky and breathed in deeply. Almost instantly, the skies cleared. Slowly, her ghostly gray eyes returned to their normal soft baby blue color.
Suddenly frightened, she looked around. Upon seeing the den to be empty, she let out a sigh of relief. No one had seen her. It was a secret she guarded carefully. No one in AirClan knew of her power. Even now, after having lived among them for nearly a moon, she had no wish to have her secret discovered. She feared the Clans would ask her to make it rain for them when it was dry, or for her to banish the mist when they wished to hunt. Either way, it was not in her best interest to let her clanmates know that she could control all forms of precipitation.
So she was silent. And as she stretched in silence, the familiar weight of sorrow settled once more on her heart. Koshkic was dead. Shortly after joining the Clan she'd encountered a cat, an escapee of the lab. Koshkic was dead, he told her, and her heart had broken. Koshkic, her friend who had helped her escape. Koshkic, the closest thing to a family she'd ever remembered having. Koshkic, who had gotten caught just as she had leaped from the window. Koshkic who had insisted she run. Who had promised to find her. Well, he'd broken his promise, and she would never forgive him for it.
She let out a deep breath, one she had not realized she'd been holding. The remnants of her dream came to the front of her mind once more and she blinked back tears. She was alone now. Her dreams plagued by faceless cats. Mother, Lykaios, Kissa. The names were unfamiliar to her, but she knew they were names. She knew what a mother was, she knew she'd had one. But she didn't remember having one, and that's what bothered her.
Another deep breath was released from her lungs, exiting through her nostrils. Her eyes closed, and after a moment, they opened once more, a fierce determination entering them. No matter, she had a new life now. She'd been given a chance to start over once more in AirClan. She wouldn't mess up this time. It was a promise she'd made to herself many times over.
She was snapped from her melancholy thoughts by the sound of pawsteps outside the den. She turned her head, startled, her ears flattened against her head, her claws unsheathing automatically. It took her a moment to remind herself that she was safe here, no whitecoats would open the door or prod her with cold, sharp, sticks. But by the time she remembered that, she'd already prepared herself for a fight. She took another breath and her fur, which had begun to rise, flattened once more, her ears stood up once more, but her claws remained free of their sheaths.