Post by Deleted on Mar 3, 2010 21:34:42 GMT -5
Lyxnpaw straggled through RiverCLan territory, on her way back to camp. The air was gloomy and dark rain clouds flooded the sky. Small droplets of rain poured from the sky, like tears from StarClan, and landed on Lynx's face and nose. It weaved into her sleek black fur, soaking her through and through. She stepped in a puddle and froze as the mud squelched through her toes , giving her an uncomfortable feeling. SHe looked at the sky, wondering if anyone out there cared about the little, black apprentice. It didn't seem likely. She was like a blade of grass to her clanmates; unnoticed, forgotten, alone, and unimportant. Nothing to fuss about. She wished that just one cat would love her.
She lifted a muddy paw to take another step when a small, high-pitched sound flooded her ear canal. It was smooth, melodic, and beautiful. Like a whiste of birdsong. SHe angled her right ear towards it and struggled to hear more. THere it was again! She turned her head, this time, and stared through the fog that surrounded her, pinpointing her target. Swiveling her ears and listening, Lynx turned her body and trotted after the sound. She stopped, every once-in-a-while, to make sure she was padding the right way. She always was.
As Lynx neared Twoleg Bridge the whistle grew louder and more high-pitched, but a horrid smell entered her too. Dogs. Dogs were scampering to reach the song, they could hear it also and they wanted more, like Lynx. Her mind reeled, screaming at her to turn back and go home. But she shook the thoughts away and cautiously continued forward. The dog scent grew stronger as did scent of twoleg. She tensed, her body inactive, as she thought carefully about her position. Dogs and twolegs. Not a good mix. Still, her body found movement and pushed onward.
She lifted a muddy paw to take another step when a small, high-pitched sound flooded her ear canal. It was smooth, melodic, and beautiful. Like a whiste of birdsong. SHe angled her right ear towards it and struggled to hear more. THere it was again! She turned her head, this time, and stared through the fog that surrounded her, pinpointing her target. Swiveling her ears and listening, Lynx turned her body and trotted after the sound. She stopped, every once-in-a-while, to make sure she was padding the right way. She always was.
As Lynx neared Twoleg Bridge the whistle grew louder and more high-pitched, but a horrid smell entered her too. Dogs. Dogs were scampering to reach the song, they could hear it also and they wanted more, like Lynx. Her mind reeled, screaming at her to turn back and go home. But she shook the thoughts away and cautiously continued forward. The dog scent grew stronger as did scent of twoleg. She tensed, her body inactive, as she thought carefully about her position. Dogs and twolegs. Not a good mix. Still, her body found movement and pushed onward.