Post by FIREH!! on Jul 10, 2008 11:14:20 GMT -5
Spicetalon
One minute and the earth begins to shake
two minutes and my hearts begins to break
Another minute and she makes me feel brand new
That's just three minutes with you
Spicetalon seemed to not be there while he padded through the field. His eyes were focused on his paws, but his mind was elsewhere. One moment, it would be on his clan, the next, on his dead sister. The next moment, it would be thinking about his parents. Everything was a jumble. He knew he had needed to get out of the camp, so he came up here.
Now he was alone. He had no distractions. He had wanted to get away from everyone, but now he felt lonely. He wanted to talk to someone, but that someone was dead. Funny, he had never gotten to hutn with his sister, like she had promised. His dark coloured eyed looked upward at the sky. Is she with you, Starclan? The tom asked. As if in answer, the sky opened up and began to pour down on him. He looked down at the ground, and continued walking, with his head hanging and his tail dragging across the ground.
He was defeated, utterly defeated. He hadn't eaten a proper meal in days, and his mind was too cluttered with the loss of his best friend and last living sibling. He had never felt more alone in his clan. It was sad. Not one of his dead siblings came to visit him in his dreams to tell him it was okay.
But before he could get upset over that, he remembered the Tribe. His eyes watered with anger and sadness as he remembered seeing his parents' spirits battling the clan. They had been taken in by the Tribe. He had seen the hatred as they attacked their former clans and their children. But he had also seen his siblings in the fight. He had seen Sugarcane attacking one of her old friends. Sadly, that cat had died in the battle rom the claws of Sugarcane. He shook his head.
He was going crazy. Anger was making him mad. The tom's eyes flew up as he glared at a tree. But he stopped himself from flying at it. Spicetalon, get a grip. He scolded himself before turning away and padding down a hill. When he reached the bottom, he looked around. This was a familiar place. But he couldn't figure out why. Then he realized, it was the boreder with Moonclan! The border where his parents had met eachother, and the border where Firestar had sent her warriors to attack his clan. He hissed with anger. How could the clan that his father came from be so vile? His father was a noble warrior, but since he died, Moonclan had changed. First, Thornstar had made them seem to be in a dark place. When he died, Firestar had tried unsucessfully to make the clan a better place, and ended up taking out her frustrations attacking clans for the stupidest of reasons.
He shook his head. This was stupid. The senior warrior turned away from the border and sat down. He needed someone to talk to before he drove himself mad.
Four minutes and she's everything I see
Five minutes and she's that were I wanna be
Another 6minutes everything feels so new
That's just six minutes with you
Six minutes
One minute and the earth begins to shake
two minutes and my hearts begins to break
Another minute and she makes me feel brand new
That's just three minutes with you
Spicetalon seemed to not be there while he padded through the field. His eyes were focused on his paws, but his mind was elsewhere. One moment, it would be on his clan, the next, on his dead sister. The next moment, it would be thinking about his parents. Everything was a jumble. He knew he had needed to get out of the camp, so he came up here.
Now he was alone. He had no distractions. He had wanted to get away from everyone, but now he felt lonely. He wanted to talk to someone, but that someone was dead. Funny, he had never gotten to hutn with his sister, like she had promised. His dark coloured eyed looked upward at the sky. Is she with you, Starclan? The tom asked. As if in answer, the sky opened up and began to pour down on him. He looked down at the ground, and continued walking, with his head hanging and his tail dragging across the ground.
He was defeated, utterly defeated. He hadn't eaten a proper meal in days, and his mind was too cluttered with the loss of his best friend and last living sibling. He had never felt more alone in his clan. It was sad. Not one of his dead siblings came to visit him in his dreams to tell him it was okay.
But before he could get upset over that, he remembered the Tribe. His eyes watered with anger and sadness as he remembered seeing his parents' spirits battling the clan. They had been taken in by the Tribe. He had seen the hatred as they attacked their former clans and their children. But he had also seen his siblings in the fight. He had seen Sugarcane attacking one of her old friends. Sadly, that cat had died in the battle rom the claws of Sugarcane. He shook his head.
He was going crazy. Anger was making him mad. The tom's eyes flew up as he glared at a tree. But he stopped himself from flying at it. Spicetalon, get a grip. He scolded himself before turning away and padding down a hill. When he reached the bottom, he looked around. This was a familiar place. But he couldn't figure out why. Then he realized, it was the boreder with Moonclan! The border where his parents had met eachother, and the border where Firestar had sent her warriors to attack his clan. He hissed with anger. How could the clan that his father came from be so vile? His father was a noble warrior, but since he died, Moonclan had changed. First, Thornstar had made them seem to be in a dark place. When he died, Firestar had tried unsucessfully to make the clan a better place, and ended up taking out her frustrations attacking clans for the stupidest of reasons.
He shook his head. This was stupid. The senior warrior turned away from the border and sat down. He needed someone to talk to before he drove himself mad.
Four minutes and she's everything I see
Five minutes and she's that were I wanna be
Another 6minutes everything feels so new
That's just six minutes with you
Six minutes
