Post by sunni bells on May 27, 2009 19:24:41 GMT -5
{mIST , ,[/color][/size]"HERO OF MY OWN BRAND"
'I am yours for the walk, especially when I walk away.'
Mistbird was her named. Though frankly she felt it suited her much better than Meadowpaw. Meadows were for happy occasions, and for the way she moved around camp she was anything but happy. She was ghostly, hallowed out, fit, but worn. Like a young girl placed in the mindset of a mourning mate, left behind. She wasn't exactly this bad. After all, the last part of her name was bird. But that may just because of the way she so easily slunk from one tree to another. Today she stayed on the ground. Settled neatly in the back of her jaw was a pheasant, an unlucky bird that had fled from Thunderclan and gotten lost in the murky depths of the land known as Shadow. She was actually quite pleased with herself for such a good catch. And I mean What luck! Most caught only lizzards, the lucky scraggy rodent. Her shoulders were rolled back proudly, if you looked close you could see the side of her mouth twitch occasionally, hinting dangerously at a forbidden Shadowclan smile. She wasn't a mourner. Just a little sad, friendless, and very quiet. If you had no friends or family then who did you talk to? That was Mistbird's question. Her thin, raggedy frame wove towards the border, in hope of extra good luck if she sauntered near the edges of clans who shed more sun than she did. She didn't appreciate the dankness of Shadowclan, she didn't really feel anything towards her clan at all. But she was worried that if she left the fragment of normality would shatter and send her spiraling, and that certainly wouldn't do.
She dropped the pheasant, shoving a gentle load of dirt over it. She rocked back on her hind legs into a stretch and the moved forward, deathly silent. Now and then a soft chirping of sky, and the winds of birds whisked over her and then moved on. She traced the Windclan border, and then quickly found her way to the Thunderclan border, and yet she felt drawn to the sacred place. She stopped haltingly before daring to dream across the border line, till she was thrashing in the water right along with someone she had only known briefly, and yet she had fallen. Then a slight rustle, probably wind, but she checked anyhow, "Hello? I won't attack... Promise?" she called uncertainly, her heart thudded with unearthly pain. Her blue-gray eyes lit up dimly. Her paws shifted into a defensive stance.[/blockquote]
