Post by BRIGHTNOSE on Sept 23, 2013 19:34:07 GMT -5
the clay was soft, the future bright
sometimes he didn't feel like himself. sometimes he felt a tingling on his nose like an itch he couldn't scratch, a sense of wrongness, before it disappeared not a moment later. sometimes he felt like his paws were leading him somewhere he needed to be desperately, his little heart beating rapidly like a drum, and realized that he had no idea where his destination was. sometimes he saw a glimpse of his reflection in a spare pool of water and couldn't recognize the shaggy ginger and white cat in front of him. sometimes he found himself gazing up at the stars and wondering why he couldn't feel a small, familiar body next to his own.
brightnose was sure it was just paranoia. it was always, always just his nerves playing tricks on him. that's what his mother used to say, that's what his sister used to say, that's what smokestorm always says. he was just being mad. mad as a mocking bird.
a gasp escaped his throat when he felt a spray of water on his face, making him flinch and alarm and almost lose his footing on the stone he had managed to scrabble himself onto. with a grimace, he realized that his daily walks had leaded him to the falls. ugh. he always hated water. when it soaked into his fur, he felt like he was drowning, and he always seemed to catch a tinge of iron in the air in his panic. however, the falls seemed unavoidable to visit, as were most places in cliffclan territory. the falls were the only source of fresh water in their territory, and frequent trips were quite the necessity, unless you somehow turned into a fish and could drink up all the gross, salty sea water. he somehow doubted that would be happening anytime soon.
oh, but how he wish. life would be so much easier.
brightnose was sure it was just paranoia. it was always, always just his nerves playing tricks on him. that's what his mother used to say, that's what his sister used to say, that's what smokestorm always says. he was just being mad. mad as a mocking bird.
a gasp escaped his throat when he felt a spray of water on his face, making him flinch and alarm and almost lose his footing on the stone he had managed to scrabble himself onto. with a grimace, he realized that his daily walks had leaded him to the falls. ugh. he always hated water. when it soaked into his fur, he felt like he was drowning, and he always seemed to catch a tinge of iron in the air in his panic. however, the falls seemed unavoidable to visit, as were most places in cliffclan territory. the falls were the only source of fresh water in their territory, and frequent trips were quite the necessity, unless you somehow turned into a fish and could drink up all the gross, salty sea water. he somehow doubted that would be happening anytime soon.
oh, but how he wish. life would be so much easier.
LAIKA OF GS!
with ★OWLSTEP
with ★OWLSTEP