Post by Destiny on Apr 5, 2010 8:48:42 GMT -5
"I see," the dark-pelted she-cat nodded uncertainly to her companion. "And I don't suppose...There was another way?" her voice had cracked for a moment, but steadied as she dedicated herself. Her companion shook his head slightly, silent.
"You know, I had no idea this was going to happen. Not now, anyway. I mean, I knew it was going to. But...not this soon. Y'know?" her ears and tail dropped as did her gaze, staring unseeingly at the forest floor while her companion simply sat.
"It was like any other day. I woke a little before dawn and slipped out of the den, weaving my way around the sleeping warriors. I ate a big frog, fat and juicy, and left to do some hunting by myself as usual. Always preferred being alone."
During a pause in her story, the she-cats yellow eyes strayed to the small pile of frogs beside a large shadow. In the moment the yellow orbs blinked, Wraitheshadow had to battle with herself to open them again. When she finally did, they fixed back on the cat beside her.
"I didn't realise. I'm getting old, my senses have been slipping lately...But I didn't know.
"I settled down to sleep about mid morning, as usual after my hunt. Afterwards I would have caught a few more, then returned to camp. But things don't work out, do they? The sounds of the frogs must have masked the sound of the creaking. I just picked a shaded spot, same as usual, because I have less chance of being disturbed. My pelt blends in with the shadows."
She paused while her memories flashed her back, and then resumed, haltingly.
"And then...I was asleep. I didn't know. I didn't know it would end like this. Until it fell. Deadwood. The crash woke me up, but it was too late. It was on top...pinned me. It crushed my ribs so I couldn't breathe. Couldn't escape. And then..."
The last gurgling sound echoed through her mind again. It would have been a yowl, a scream or even a whisper - she hadn't decided - but there was nothing left. As the sound died, so did the glint in her eye, so did she.
Wraitheshadow, a rogue who joined Duskclan, was dead.
The spirit cat stood sentinel beside her own body, crushed beneath the branch. It would be able to be moved by young, strong cats, but alas she grew old.
"If you'll forgive me," she meowed dully to the ghost cat beside her "I'm going to wait here. I want my body found, at least. So they...So they know I didn't abandon them. If that fails, I'll seek the medicine cat.
Then I'll join your ranks."
"You know, I had no idea this was going to happen. Not now, anyway. I mean, I knew it was going to. But...not this soon. Y'know?" her ears and tail dropped as did her gaze, staring unseeingly at the forest floor while her companion simply sat.
"It was like any other day. I woke a little before dawn and slipped out of the den, weaving my way around the sleeping warriors. I ate a big frog, fat and juicy, and left to do some hunting by myself as usual. Always preferred being alone."
During a pause in her story, the she-cats yellow eyes strayed to the small pile of frogs beside a large shadow. In the moment the yellow orbs blinked, Wraitheshadow had to battle with herself to open them again. When she finally did, they fixed back on the cat beside her.
"I didn't realise. I'm getting old, my senses have been slipping lately...But I didn't know.
"I settled down to sleep about mid morning, as usual after my hunt. Afterwards I would have caught a few more, then returned to camp. But things don't work out, do they? The sounds of the frogs must have masked the sound of the creaking. I just picked a shaded spot, same as usual, because I have less chance of being disturbed. My pelt blends in with the shadows."
She paused while her memories flashed her back, and then resumed, haltingly.
"And then...I was asleep. I didn't know. I didn't know it would end like this. Until it fell. Deadwood. The crash woke me up, but it was too late. It was on top...pinned me. It crushed my ribs so I couldn't breathe. Couldn't escape. And then..."
The last gurgling sound echoed through her mind again. It would have been a yowl, a scream or even a whisper - she hadn't decided - but there was nothing left. As the sound died, so did the glint in her eye, so did she.
Wraitheshadow, a rogue who joined Duskclan, was dead.
The spirit cat stood sentinel beside her own body, crushed beneath the branch. It would be able to be moved by young, strong cats, but alas she grew old.
"If you'll forgive me," she meowed dully to the ghost cat beside her "I'm going to wait here. I want my body found, at least. So they...So they know I didn't abandon them. If that fails, I'll seek the medicine cat.
Then I'll join your ranks."