Post by streamsong on May 2, 2009 15:52:33 GMT -5
((OOC: This is a continuation from my old post 'A Frosty Recollection'))
Streamsong raced against that wind that slapped into her face. Her heart was pounding and her breath was shallow. She knew that she couldn't go make to camp right now, she was too upset. Ghostwind had just ticked her off, and she wasn't the kind of cat to speak her mind. So, instead she raced out of camp. Away from Ghostwind, away from the other four she-cats, away from everything. She needed to be alone.
Why is Ghostwind so.... negative? Streamsong thought as padded farther around camp. Ghostwind's words hadn't really hurt her, but they put her in a bad mood, especially since she was finally starting to make some friends.
Silverpaw was very polite and well taught, and she was definitely starting to make Streamsong feel welcome. Even though Streamsong ran into her, she was very forgiving. She knew Silverpaw would make a great medicine cat.
Darksoul had been very courteous, and intelligent. She seemed abit shy just like Streamsong, but she didn't seem as afraid to talk.
Nightsky also seemed very timid, but she was also quite a nice she-cat. She seemed interested to finally be talking to others.
Mosseyes had probably been the most confident in the group, and she made an excellent Clan deputy. Streamsong felt most connected with the loyal she-cat and knew they could be good friends. Mosseyes had quite a tongue.
Slowing down her pace and relaxing a bit, Streamsong opened her jaw slowly and took a big intake of breath. Rabbit! Streamsong took a small few steps toward the smell, and she quickly noticed some rustling in the bush. As she lunged for the rabbit, her paws stumbled and she collapsed only a few feet from the rabbit.
"Fox-dung!" Streamsong spat with little amusement as she got up and noticed that the rabbit had disappeared.
Streamsong shook her head slowly and made her way back around to the other side of the bush. Jumping onto a rock, her claws scrapping at the cool surface as she clambered on, she lay down and used her tail to cover her nose. From the rock, Streamsong could get a clear view of the camp. She could see the hustle and bustle of moving cats, and cats heading out on patrol. She sighed.
Sometimes it's nice to be alone, Streamsong thought as she rested her head on her paws and closed her eyes.
Streamsong raced against that wind that slapped into her face. Her heart was pounding and her breath was shallow. She knew that she couldn't go make to camp right now, she was too upset. Ghostwind had just ticked her off, and she wasn't the kind of cat to speak her mind. So, instead she raced out of camp. Away from Ghostwind, away from the other four she-cats, away from everything. She needed to be alone.
Why is Ghostwind so.... negative? Streamsong thought as padded farther around camp. Ghostwind's words hadn't really hurt her, but they put her in a bad mood, especially since she was finally starting to make some friends.
Silverpaw was very polite and well taught, and she was definitely starting to make Streamsong feel welcome. Even though Streamsong ran into her, she was very forgiving. She knew Silverpaw would make a great medicine cat.
Darksoul had been very courteous, and intelligent. She seemed abit shy just like Streamsong, but she didn't seem as afraid to talk.
Nightsky also seemed very timid, but she was also quite a nice she-cat. She seemed interested to finally be talking to others.
Mosseyes had probably been the most confident in the group, and she made an excellent Clan deputy. Streamsong felt most connected with the loyal she-cat and knew they could be good friends. Mosseyes had quite a tongue.
Slowing down her pace and relaxing a bit, Streamsong opened her jaw slowly and took a big intake of breath. Rabbit! Streamsong took a small few steps toward the smell, and she quickly noticed some rustling in the bush. As she lunged for the rabbit, her paws stumbled and she collapsed only a few feet from the rabbit.
"Fox-dung!" Streamsong spat with little amusement as she got up and noticed that the rabbit had disappeared.
Streamsong shook her head slowly and made her way back around to the other side of the bush. Jumping onto a rock, her claws scrapping at the cool surface as she clambered on, she lay down and used her tail to cover her nose. From the rock, Streamsong could get a clear view of the camp. She could see the hustle and bustle of moving cats, and cats heading out on patrol. She sighed.
Sometimes it's nice to be alone, Streamsong thought as she rested her head on her paws and closed her eyes.
