Post by Scarheart321 on Jan 9, 2010 5:25:36 GMT -5
A dead end to no where was where she was going. On a lonely path and no one to release it but her. She was much too proud to ever admit that she was alone in this world, but it was true. Not many cats would talk to her with the whole rumor that she had killed her own brother dying down and some cats just plain unlike for this gentle she-cat. To her they could all hate but she would still feel love for her Clan and that would never stop even if they threw her out and threatened to kill her. Not many would do this but her heart was not filled with hatred, only love that gave her many griefs.
As these things overflowed her insides she snatched the rest of her fresh-kill in her jaws and started to head back to camp. Her head was held high as she entered into camp with the abundant amount of fresh-kill. When she heard the scoff of another she simply kept her eyes on the fresh-kill pile, nothing else was her obligation now. As she sat down her prey she picked a piece up in return.
"Hey princess," a growl sounded from near the warriors den, "Kittypets don't eat in this Clan. Why don't you run to your twolegs? Hmmm? Or rather to ThunderClan? I'm sure they'd take you in, right? Oh wait. No one wants a murderer!"
She simply held her head high and started to walk toward the entrance of the den until she heard the second blow. From the murmuring cats came another caterwaul.
"Where is Duskpaw Grayflower? Where have you put him? Oh yes, I forgot. You gave him to StarClan! Murderer!"
To speak her brother's name was taboo to her. She did not kill her brother and had never an intention to. Her brother was her best friend, she loved her brother so much. They would run the forest together finding new adventures to embark on. The only reason she ever went along was for the sole reason of being with her brother; though she always told him it was to keep him safe, but he always knew her too well.
With a heavy heart to forced herself to keep walking until she had reached the entrance. She knew it would give them too much pleasure to see her retaliate so she went on. It was almost dusk and this time was the worst of all, the time of Dusk. A tear would be meaning to fall but she held it in and flop on the ground near the entrance of the camp. Oh brother, oh brother, she starred into the darkening sky with searching eyes, Are you there Brother? Are you in the darkening sky that took you away from me? Are you in the dusk dear Brother? Oh dear Brother dear Brother. Without you here what shall I do?
As these things overflowed her insides she snatched the rest of her fresh-kill in her jaws and started to head back to camp. Her head was held high as she entered into camp with the abundant amount of fresh-kill. When she heard the scoff of another she simply kept her eyes on the fresh-kill pile, nothing else was her obligation now. As she sat down her prey she picked a piece up in return.
"Hey princess," a growl sounded from near the warriors den, "Kittypets don't eat in this Clan. Why don't you run to your twolegs? Hmmm? Or rather to ThunderClan? I'm sure they'd take you in, right? Oh wait. No one wants a murderer!"
She simply held her head high and started to walk toward the entrance of the den until she heard the second blow. From the murmuring cats came another caterwaul.
"Where is Duskpaw Grayflower? Where have you put him? Oh yes, I forgot. You gave him to StarClan! Murderer!"
To speak her brother's name was taboo to her. She did not kill her brother and had never an intention to. Her brother was her best friend, she loved her brother so much. They would run the forest together finding new adventures to embark on. The only reason she ever went along was for the sole reason of being with her brother; though she always told him it was to keep him safe, but he always knew her too well.
With a heavy heart to forced herself to keep walking until she had reached the entrance. She knew it would give them too much pleasure to see her retaliate so she went on. It was almost dusk and this time was the worst of all, the time of Dusk. A tear would be meaning to fall but she held it in and flop on the ground near the entrance of the camp. Oh brother, oh brother, she starred into the darkening sky with searching eyes, Are you there Brother? Are you in the darkening sky that took you away from me? Are you in the dusk dear Brother? Oh dear Brother dear Brother. Without you here what shall I do?
