Post by rem<EMBER me on Jan 2, 2008 12:35:20 GMT -5
//Slumber sweet with dreams of home\\
A shadow cast by some unseen object was cast upon the slight figure of a light gray femme. Her chest moved up and down slowly, her breathing peaceful as she slept. If it weren't for the steady rise and fall of her chest, one might mistake her for a part of the ash covered ground.
The femme's dark gray paws twitched slightly, throwing up a small cloud of dust. Then suddenly, Larkstar awakened, her blue eyes opening. She blinked slowly, clearing away all thoughts of sleep. Her maw opened wide in a yawn, revealing her sharp teeth that were now stained from the blood of prey. Then she rose to her paws and glanced towards the entrance of the den. Her den. Up until the day before, the den had belonged to Ashclan's previous leader, Smolderstar.
The she-cat looked around the den, her bright blue eyes showing no emotion. With a twitch of her charcoal whiskers, she laid back down on a soft bed of moss and sighed. She laid her head down on top of her forepaws and looked towards the entrance of the den once more. I don't know if I can lead them. She thought desperately. What if I fail? She closed her eyes for a few seconds, trying to clear those thoughts from her head. I can't fail. I will make Ashclan great. With that thought, she smiled and opened her eyes again. She curled up, taking her eyes off the entrance of the den, and waited to see if another cat would come in.
//Hand in hand, don't march alone\\
A shadow cast by some unseen object was cast upon the slight figure of a light gray femme. Her chest moved up and down slowly, her breathing peaceful as she slept. If it weren't for the steady rise and fall of her chest, one might mistake her for a part of the ash covered ground.
The femme's dark gray paws twitched slightly, throwing up a small cloud of dust. Then suddenly, Larkstar awakened, her blue eyes opening. She blinked slowly, clearing away all thoughts of sleep. Her maw opened wide in a yawn, revealing her sharp teeth that were now stained from the blood of prey. Then she rose to her paws and glanced towards the entrance of the den. Her den. Up until the day before, the den had belonged to Ashclan's previous leader, Smolderstar.
The she-cat looked around the den, her bright blue eyes showing no emotion. With a twitch of her charcoal whiskers, she laid back down on a soft bed of moss and sighed. She laid her head down on top of her forepaws and looked towards the entrance of the den once more. I don't know if I can lead them. She thought desperately. What if I fail? She closed her eyes for a few seconds, trying to clear those thoughts from her head. I can't fail. I will make Ashclan great. With that thought, she smiled and opened her eyes again. She curled up, taking her eyes off the entrance of the den, and waited to see if another cat would come in.
//Hand in hand, don't march alone\\
