Post by dragon on Oct 17, 2008 23:58:28 GMT -5
The world swam before her eyes. Her legs wouldn't hold herself up anymore. Her knees sank to the ground and her non blood-pouring side landed on the ground with a thick 'thump'. Breaths came in deep chest-ling gasps. Somewhere behind her, she hear the shaky movement of leaves on a tree that were moving. Her nose only smelled her own sickly satly, nickle smelling blood. Her paws tingled. Pain didn't even try to bother the poor dying Medicene Cat. This wasn't a surprise to her, butit probably should have been.
"Looks like she's gonna die....better get out of here." Winter muttered to herself. Her sleek white pelt looped gracefully around in the green/brightly colored forest, and darted out of sight. Only a shudder of underbrush would reveal that Winter was ever in the boundries of LegendClan, or any clan for that matter.
DriftMoon didn't watch Winter sprint away, her life and everything she loved was flashing in her mind's eye. Strider, the only figure she would ever count as her parent. A snarl was painted arcoss his face as tiny cats attacked him from all sides. SliverMoon. Once, when she was still DriftPaw, she had entered SliverMoon's dream realm. This was the thing that made them close friends in the first place. Unicornpaw...UnicornDream. How did she grow so fast? Ripkit. May StarClan bless the one and only adorable kit. "You'll stay here forever."
And then, for the first time in a long time, she saw him. NightHunter. With the look she loved most on his face. His golden eyes were filled with joy. Maybe...no. This would not happen ever again in the futcher. This scenario was from her past, her childhood even she would dare to venture. In her pyhsical body -though DriftMoon didn't know- tears started to fall from her eyes.
The smell of the clan filled her nostrils. She could have been in camp it was so strong. The places she adored around the territory flashed by in milliseconds. The old Oak tree. Her den, the apprentices den, the Gathering. The opening of the camp clearing, with its blue mushrooms and its glowing golden fire-flies. Truthstar was standing on the tall rock that she would often call clan meetings to.
DriftMoon's eyes flashed open. The world rushed in on her, all of her sences returning. 'Camp...get to..camp.' Her thoughts were slow moving, as if being dragged through a thick mud. The blood that had once poured from her heaving side had slowed some; enough for it to stop pooling on the ground at her feet. Would her paws move? Slowly, but surely, if it took her last breath, DriftMoon was sure that she would make it back to camp. A gentle wind tugged at her ankles, as if drawing her foreward. 'You have to.' Her own voice rang in her head, 'What would they do when they realized you were gone?' And at this thought, her body lurched in the direction of camp. Her mind was blank the whole way to camp.
Surely, she arrived. Everything seemed dark now, but her eyes were not closed. She was almost completely sure her eyes were wide open. Were they? Did she honestly know anything anymore? The only thing that rang out clearly in her mind was that death was inevitable. No matter how many times she pushed it back, it would come back with a blinding glare.
A foot through the entrance. The next foot. Again. Move. Again. Two steps into the camp. Her legs shook so badly that she no longer wanted to stand. Why would she need to anyways? She was home. This time her flank hit the ground first, followed by the slight smack of body and head against the ground. Her breath was much less than it had been when she first hit the ground. Now she was barely breathing. She could feel the slight stirring of air move over her tounge as she evened her breathing. At least no pain would come to her as she lay dying.
Would no cat disturb her? Good. Her eyes closed, she felt them close, though it made no difference to her. She wasn't seeing anything anymore. Nothing...just nothing. No noise, no feeling, no sight, no taste...no mortality. Was this immortality? Was StarClan comming for her? The wind whispered a chorus of 'yes's in her ear. Yes.
"Looks like she's gonna die....better get out of here." Winter muttered to herself. Her sleek white pelt looped gracefully around in the green/brightly colored forest, and darted out of sight. Only a shudder of underbrush would reveal that Winter was ever in the boundries of LegendClan, or any clan for that matter.
DriftMoon didn't watch Winter sprint away, her life and everything she loved was flashing in her mind's eye. Strider, the only figure she would ever count as her parent. A snarl was painted arcoss his face as tiny cats attacked him from all sides. SliverMoon. Once, when she was still DriftPaw, she had entered SliverMoon's dream realm. This was the thing that made them close friends in the first place. Unicornpaw...UnicornDream. How did she grow so fast? Ripkit. May StarClan bless the one and only adorable kit. "You'll stay here forever."
And then, for the first time in a long time, she saw him. NightHunter. With the look she loved most on his face. His golden eyes were filled with joy. Maybe...no. This would not happen ever again in the futcher. This scenario was from her past, her childhood even she would dare to venture. In her pyhsical body -though DriftMoon didn't know- tears started to fall from her eyes.
The smell of the clan filled her nostrils. She could have been in camp it was so strong. The places she adored around the territory flashed by in milliseconds. The old Oak tree. Her den, the apprentices den, the Gathering. The opening of the camp clearing, with its blue mushrooms and its glowing golden fire-flies. Truthstar was standing on the tall rock that she would often call clan meetings to.
DriftMoon's eyes flashed open. The world rushed in on her, all of her sences returning. 'Camp...get to..camp.' Her thoughts were slow moving, as if being dragged through a thick mud. The blood that had once poured from her heaving side had slowed some; enough for it to stop pooling on the ground at her feet. Would her paws move? Slowly, but surely, if it took her last breath, DriftMoon was sure that she would make it back to camp. A gentle wind tugged at her ankles, as if drawing her foreward. 'You have to.' Her own voice rang in her head, 'What would they do when they realized you were gone?' And at this thought, her body lurched in the direction of camp. Her mind was blank the whole way to camp.
Surely, she arrived. Everything seemed dark now, but her eyes were not closed. She was almost completely sure her eyes were wide open. Were they? Did she honestly know anything anymore? The only thing that rang out clearly in her mind was that death was inevitable. No matter how many times she pushed it back, it would come back with a blinding glare.
A foot through the entrance. The next foot. Again. Move. Again. Two steps into the camp. Her legs shook so badly that she no longer wanted to stand. Why would she need to anyways? She was home. This time her flank hit the ground first, followed by the slight smack of body and head against the ground. Her breath was much less than it had been when she first hit the ground. Now she was barely breathing. She could feel the slight stirring of air move over her tounge as she evened her breathing. At least no pain would come to her as she lay dying.
Would no cat disturb her? Good. Her eyes closed, she felt them close, though it made no difference to her. She wasn't seeing anything anymore. Nothing...just nothing. No noise, no feeling, no sight, no taste...no mortality. Was this immortality? Was StarClan comming for her? The wind whispered a chorus of 'yes's in her ear. Yes.