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Post by >>BLACKiE! ]} on Feb 2, 2008 21:54:47 GMT -5
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The light, gentle breezes fluttered around, gently brushing against all the scenery that surrounded. Large amounts of foliage enclosed the dirt clearing that remained in the midst of the forest. Splashes of color dotted everywhere in the forest, those same flowers springing up again and making their brilliant hues blend together, a beautiful sight fit for the eyes.
The numerous amounts of leaves on the foliage crossed together here and there, causing a somewhat of a sieve effect for the golden rays of sunlight raining down upon the land. Since it was early in the morning, just before sunrise, pale pinks and purples and blues were combined. Gradually, the rays of sunlight continued to increase, sharing their light and warmth.
I, Bluefur, was just opening my eyes. Looking around, I stood up and padded out of the warriors' den, careful not to step on my fellow Clanmates. Being agile and quick, I managed to depart from the den without hurting anyone.
Seating myself a few ways away from the warriors' den, I fixed my gaze on the ground and contemplated over the events that had come to pass over the course of these few days. Stonepelt, a gray colored tomcat, had lost his life due to the fact that ThunderClan had just completed a fight with RiverClan. When I had heard the news, crystalline tears had immediately welled up in my eyes and they spilled out, flooding over my cheeks and dripping on to the ground. For the past few days, I had been moving around in a languid manner, my demeanor as if I just didn't care at all. Indeed, I truly hadn't felt as if my life mattered anymore -- the death of a fellow warrior was too much to bear. My other Clanmates didn't seem much shakened by this, and this angered my deeply -- why did they just not care?
I had loved Stonepelt, in a way a father loves a daughter -- we were like kin. Stonepelt had trained me very well in the ways of the warrior when he was my mentor. He told me everything a true warrior needed to know. He was a one-of-a-kind cat. Even though he was kind, he was kind in a gruff way. Still, I truly appreciated his mentoring. He taught me everything I needed to know about being a warrior. He also made sure that I understood everything about what warriors had to do. He spoke to me about everything, including the warrior code. I followed the warrior code completely.
Little did I know that there was to be one exception.
[/size][/font]The light, gentle breezes fluttered around, gently brushing against all the scenery that surrounded. Large amounts of foliage enclosed the dirt clearing that remained in the midst of the forest. Splashes of color dotted everywhere in the forest, those same flowers springing up again and making their brilliant hues blend together, a beautiful sight fit for the eyes.
The numerous amounts of leaves on the foliage crossed together here and there, causing a somewhat of a sieve effect for the golden rays of sunlight raining down upon the land. Since it was early in the morning, just before sunrise, pale pinks and purples and blues were combined. Gradually, the rays of sunlight continued to increase, sharing their light and warmth.
I, Bluefur, was just opening my eyes. Looking around, I stood up and padded out of the warriors' den, careful not to step on my fellow Clanmates. Being agile and quick, I managed to depart from the den without hurting anyone.
Seating myself a few ways away from the warriors' den, I fixed my gaze on the ground and contemplated over the events that had come to pass over the course of these few days. Stonepelt, a gray colored tomcat, had lost his life due to the fact that ThunderClan had just completed a fight with RiverClan. When I had heard the news, crystalline tears had immediately welled up in my eyes and they spilled out, flooding over my cheeks and dripping on to the ground. For the past few days, I had been moving around in a languid manner, my demeanor as if I just didn't care at all. Indeed, I truly hadn't felt as if my life mattered anymore -- the death of a fellow warrior was too much to bear. My other Clanmates didn't seem much shakened by this, and this angered my deeply -- why did they just not care?
I had loved Stonepelt, in a way a father loves a daughter -- we were like kin. Stonepelt had trained me very well in the ways of the warrior when he was my mentor. He told me everything a true warrior needed to know. He was a one-of-a-kind cat. Even though he was kind, he was kind in a gruff way. Still, I truly appreciated his mentoring. He taught me everything I needed to know about being a warrior. He also made sure that I understood everything about what warriors had to do. He spoke to me about everything, including the warrior code. I followed the warrior code completely.
Little did I know that there was to be one exception.
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