Post by blair on May 22, 2008 5:36:05 GMT -5
ooc; Thread is open to all!
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The pretty she cat sighed, hauling her injured, battered ginger-and-white bodice into the warriors den where she has slept for the majority of her life. All the memories that revolve around this den are almost patronizing, cruel as they return a the most unneeded and unappreciated moment, spoiling any previous emotions she might have had and replacing them all with fury and pushing her into turmoil. She was a wreck, and her whole clan didn't know it. An emotional wreck, she knew she was. So jealous of all the younger she cats finding love before herself, she really just needed to accept her fate and get on with life. Though many a mateless cat knows it is scaring as you realize what sort of state you are in, never happy, everyone wants a life companion to be your company through out your life, even waiting for you at StarClan's reaches. At the moment though, this warrioress was unsure of even her status of friendship with any other cats, she really needed to start talking to others more. She wasn't a StarClan ancestor after all, she was a living, breathing, hunting... eating... she was a cat.
Whisperedsong moved to her usual nest located conveniently in the back, in as much of a corner as a den like this could have, she huddled for a moment, pale green pools staring out into the open hopefully for another BrightClan warrior to join her. No one... no one... the den was so empty. She was so empty. Her hue less paw moved to gather her moss into a neater pile, brows furrowing as if this was a difficult activity (though it was really one of simplicity, obviously) as she silently examined her current state. 'Yes, yes... still a wreck' her mind rambled, her face now normal once more hiding any feelings about life or others she may have, her physique now curled up peacefully in her nest. Sleep, sleep. Precious sleep for a wounded warrioress - wounded inside and out.