Post by SHADE. :D on Aug 4, 2007 12:38:54 GMT -5
[amethyststar]
" taking my heart is like taking the wings from a bird "
What woe danced from the black-gloss wings of the raven as it circled the camp, once, twice, thrice before melding with the trees. The winged one's presence seemed to lurk around the camp, brushing her flanks, sliding over her hunched back.. Two deep amber eyes, shot with chinks of bloody orange, stared wide at the yawning opening of her den. Amethyststar shifted her dark forepaws, shutting her eyes against the sunlight. Spheres of light beat against her closed eyelids, sickening her.
The ebony coated she-cat's tail twitched jerkily from left to right, right to left, centre, right... The long plume of black hair moved in an almost metronomic way. The clan leader opened her eyes, watching the shapes of her clan moving outside. Amethyststar curled her tail around her chest, halting the movement immediatly. It was as she had feared! Great danger approached on the nightmareish wings of the raven, the son she had called raven! The she-cat took on a worried expression. Was this great peril smething to do with the unloved Corbynkit? It took the she-cat several ponderous moments to recall that the lonely kit was her own. She had to speak with StarClan.
Before it was too late!
" taking my heart is like taking the wings from a bird "
What woe danced from the black-gloss wings of the raven as it circled the camp, once, twice, thrice before melding with the trees. The winged one's presence seemed to lurk around the camp, brushing her flanks, sliding over her hunched back.. Two deep amber eyes, shot with chinks of bloody orange, stared wide at the yawning opening of her den. Amethyststar shifted her dark forepaws, shutting her eyes against the sunlight. Spheres of light beat against her closed eyelids, sickening her.
The ebony coated she-cat's tail twitched jerkily from left to right, right to left, centre, right... The long plume of black hair moved in an almost metronomic way. The clan leader opened her eyes, watching the shapes of her clan moving outside. Amethyststar curled her tail around her chest, halting the movement immediatly. It was as she had feared! Great danger approached on the nightmareish wings of the raven, the son she had called raven! The she-cat took on a worried expression. Was this great peril smething to do with the unloved Corbynkit? It took the she-cat several ponderous moments to recall that the lonely kit was her own. She had to speak with StarClan.
Before it was too late!
