Post by dove on Jul 4, 2008 21:56:12 GMT -5
Whitecloud has heard the news a couple days ago, when his friend, Ivorystorm had died. He still had feelings for her, even if it wasn't like that. And now, his loved one, Cloverstem is with another tom, one who was there for her when he wasn't. He had never felt so low in his life. He looked up, watching as the stars started to shine through. 'No more than stars...' He thought dully.
He looked at the nursery, where Ivorystorm had died, and with it, she brought four new life with it. "You shouldn't have died. you should've been here for your kits, like you were here for so many other. Just like the stories they tell in Iceclan, of Swanwing. The ones so selfless always go too soon." He muttered bitterly.
He heard his name called and turned, mad at himself, and mad at whoever interrupted his thoughts. Who he saw stopped all thoughts, all emotions, and a light flared in his eyes when he saw who it was. "Where are the kits?" He asked.
He looked at the nursery, where Ivorystorm had died, and with it, she brought four new life with it. "You shouldn't have died. you should've been here for your kits, like you were here for so many other. Just like the stories they tell in Iceclan, of Swanwing. The ones so selfless always go too soon." He muttered bitterly.
He heard his name called and turned, mad at himself, and mad at whoever interrupted his thoughts. Who he saw stopped all thoughts, all emotions, and a light flared in his eyes when he saw who it was. "Where are the kits?" He asked.
