Post by FIREH!! on Aug 29, 2008 22:10:36 GMT -5
Razortomb
And now it's coming clear,
That I'm not needed here
So I'll go,
But I want to you to know,
I miss you.
the built form of Razortomb seemed to float around the clearing, lost in his memories. He knew he loved Moonmist and their kits, but part of him still longed to see Lonelyheart again. Though the last time he had seen her, she spat venom in his face, he still needed to see her. He knew that was only because she was apart of the Tribe of Nightmares. He knew he missed her, but he could never tell Moonmist that. She would think he didn't love her enough. But he knew he had a large heart. But it was hurting, and it had been hurting ever since Lonelyheart died.
But that wasn't the worst of it. His best friend, who looked up to him like a father, had died in the Tribe battle. That hurt him every day. Lonelyheart had trusted him to watch her children, and he had failed her. Now the only one he could watch was Rosemarypool. Every day, he would make sure she was okay, and not hurting in any way. But he knew about her dreams. Sometimes, he would lay awake, and would hear her mutterings of Lonelyheart and how much she was hurting. He could relate. After all, he had lost his mother, by his half brother who had killed her. He vowed silently to hunt down Corbyn and kill him himself. And he knew there would be plenty of other warriors to back him up.
As he padded past the nursery, he remembered Brokensoul's hiding place when he was a kit. He stepped quietly into the nursery, as to not wake the queens, and padded to the overgrown area. He parted the brambles and peeked past them, to look into the crack. It still carried the faintest scent of Brokensoul, and he had to squeeze his eyes shut so he wouldn't cry. Then he backed out of the nursery.
''Why, Starclan? Why did you take them all away? Please, don't call my kits or my mate anytime soon. He prayed, before opening his eyes and looking up at the sky. As he looked up, the gray sky opened up and started to rain. He dropped his head and didn't bother to move as he got wetter and wetter.
And now it's coming clear,
That I'm not needed here
So I'll go,
But I want to you to know,
I miss you.
the built form of Razortomb seemed to float around the clearing, lost in his memories. He knew he loved Moonmist and their kits, but part of him still longed to see Lonelyheart again. Though the last time he had seen her, she spat venom in his face, he still needed to see her. He knew that was only because she was apart of the Tribe of Nightmares. He knew he missed her, but he could never tell Moonmist that. She would think he didn't love her enough. But he knew he had a large heart. But it was hurting, and it had been hurting ever since Lonelyheart died.
But that wasn't the worst of it. His best friend, who looked up to him like a father, had died in the Tribe battle. That hurt him every day. Lonelyheart had trusted him to watch her children, and he had failed her. Now the only one he could watch was Rosemarypool. Every day, he would make sure she was okay, and not hurting in any way. But he knew about her dreams. Sometimes, he would lay awake, and would hear her mutterings of Lonelyheart and how much she was hurting. He could relate. After all, he had lost his mother, by his half brother who had killed her. He vowed silently to hunt down Corbyn and kill him himself. And he knew there would be plenty of other warriors to back him up.
As he padded past the nursery, he remembered Brokensoul's hiding place when he was a kit. He stepped quietly into the nursery, as to not wake the queens, and padded to the overgrown area. He parted the brambles and peeked past them, to look into the crack. It still carried the faintest scent of Brokensoul, and he had to squeeze his eyes shut so he wouldn't cry. Then he backed out of the nursery.
''Why, Starclan? Why did you take them all away? Please, don't call my kits or my mate anytime soon. He prayed, before opening his eyes and looking up at the sky. As he looked up, the gray sky opened up and started to rain. He dropped his head and didn't bother to move as he got wetter and wetter.
[/center]