Post by Fallentear || on Apr 15, 2008 18:23:28 GMT -5
A warm, springtime heat beat down upon Blazeclan. Prey was plentiful, as it was in all territories. A blue sky stretched from horizon to horizon, and it seemed for all the world like nothing could ever happen to ruin such a wonderful evening. A soft noise like a rock falling in a river could be heard. ker-plunk! and then again ker-plunk! this noise could be heard over and over again, and it may have sounded odd to any that couldn't see the source. A white form, like a ghost, could be seen rising and falling through the heaps of ash in the dead forest, right next to the Blazeclan border.
It was a huge tom, with a pale orange and white coat. He looked like a ginger tom who'd been bleached of nearly all of his color, and his pale yellow-green, ghoulish eyes made him seem like some sort of phantom. He was leaping through the heaps of ash along the Blazeclan border, for they were taller than him. Landing in yet another great gray pile, his tail barely poked above the top of the hole he'd created. "I don't see why we had to come this way, Sin." Came his muffled mewl.
He could be seen clearly for a moment as he leaped clear of the pile, only to land in another. He lifted a paw and shook the ash from it. The tom was only leaping like a silly rabbit because he didn't like the taste of ash, and didn't want to clean himself later.
"We don't have much further to go." Came a faceless reply from a drift of ash nearby, "Once we get to the meadow, we can stop and wait for a patrol to pass. They'll never be able to find us here, so might as well carry on a bit further." The pile of ash that had seemingly spoken was quivering now, and an ash-laden feline burst through it, thrusting her way through like a snow-plough.
Under the layer of gray on her coat, one would have seen that she was a calico, colored with spots of gray, black, and brown. Her yellow-green eyes, which matched her brother's like a twin pair, shone even in the dim forest. Stopping, finally having cleared a large mound of ash, she looked around. "Death?" She called.
"I'm here!" Came the reply. Then the white tom leaped out of the ash and landed beside his sister. Turning, he flicked his tail towards the thinning trees before them. Well they weren't really trees anymore, just scarred remains. But they once had been trees, and that meant they were nearing the end of the forest. "Should we wait here for a patrol? All that leaping and bounding has made me as tired as a rabbit on a foxhunt, and I'm sure a sunhigh patrol will be here soon." He calmly looked up at the sky, noting that they'd been traveling since dawn, without taking any prey from any of the clans. No wonder her was so tired!
Sin nodded, walking forward a few paces to make the barely noticable transition between ash and hard-packed loam. "I suppose so. They wouldn't attack us if we were resting. I mean we're merely travelers." She grinned impishly at Death, flopping onto her side on the ground. He joined her, and she promptly began licking the ash away from her fur. She wanted to look presentable, if any Blazeclanners did show up. Her head snapped up to look towards a holly bush, her paw still poised in the air by her mouth. She'd heard a noise, and it was too big to be prey. Death pricked his ears as well, turning to look casually at the bush.
It was a huge tom, with a pale orange and white coat. He looked like a ginger tom who'd been bleached of nearly all of his color, and his pale yellow-green, ghoulish eyes made him seem like some sort of phantom. He was leaping through the heaps of ash along the Blazeclan border, for they were taller than him. Landing in yet another great gray pile, his tail barely poked above the top of the hole he'd created. "I don't see why we had to come this way, Sin." Came his muffled mewl.
He could be seen clearly for a moment as he leaped clear of the pile, only to land in another. He lifted a paw and shook the ash from it. The tom was only leaping like a silly rabbit because he didn't like the taste of ash, and didn't want to clean himself later.
"We don't have much further to go." Came a faceless reply from a drift of ash nearby, "Once we get to the meadow, we can stop and wait for a patrol to pass. They'll never be able to find us here, so might as well carry on a bit further." The pile of ash that had seemingly spoken was quivering now, and an ash-laden feline burst through it, thrusting her way through like a snow-plough.
Under the layer of gray on her coat, one would have seen that she was a calico, colored with spots of gray, black, and brown. Her yellow-green eyes, which matched her brother's like a twin pair, shone even in the dim forest. Stopping, finally having cleared a large mound of ash, she looked around. "Death?" She called.
"I'm here!" Came the reply. Then the white tom leaped out of the ash and landed beside his sister. Turning, he flicked his tail towards the thinning trees before them. Well they weren't really trees anymore, just scarred remains. But they once had been trees, and that meant they were nearing the end of the forest. "Should we wait here for a patrol? All that leaping and bounding has made me as tired as a rabbit on a foxhunt, and I'm sure a sunhigh patrol will be here soon." He calmly looked up at the sky, noting that they'd been traveling since dawn, without taking any prey from any of the clans. No wonder her was so tired!
Sin nodded, walking forward a few paces to make the barely noticable transition between ash and hard-packed loam. "I suppose so. They wouldn't attack us if we were resting. I mean we're merely travelers." She grinned impishly at Death, flopping onto her side on the ground. He joined her, and she promptly began licking the ash away from her fur. She wanted to look presentable, if any Blazeclanners did show up. Her head snapped up to look towards a holly bush, her paw still poised in the air by her mouth. She'd heard a noise, and it was too big to be prey. Death pricked his ears as well, turning to look casually at the bush.
