Post by Dapplemist on Jun 15, 2011 21:34:06 GMT -5
A fresh night breeze brought the scents of the green-leaf fresh forest into the medicine cat den. The stuffy air that filled the den was given a new gust of momentary life. Then the stuffy and cramped feeling entered the den once more, fresh scents faded.
Sneezing, Dapplemist awoke from her slumber. She shifted in her stale nest, searching for a more comfortable position. Covering her nose with snow-white paws, Dapplemist sought for the realm of slumber. Moonlight reached through the lichen covering of the den, illuminating Dapplemist's mottled pelt.
Though it was the dead of night, Dapplemist couldn't fall back to sleep. Snorting with annoyance, she sat up and licked a paw. Pensively, Dapplemist ran her whetted paw over her whiskers. Twisting her neck, she began to lick her shoulders. Dapplemist's tongue swiped across her shoulders, making a soft scraping noise. Twisting her neck further, Dapplemist sought out a patch of ruffled fur with her tongue.
Dapplemist paused, her tongue halfway out of her mouth. Ears twitching back and forth, she heard a faint sound. Glancing around the medicine cat den, Dapplemist searched for the source of the sound. There were no signs of movement. Shuddering, Dapplemist felt a sense of foreboding engulfing her. It hung over her like a dark cloud, menacing and promising bad things to come.
Again she heard the sound. It was louder than before and it rang in her ears. Shaking her head, as if to rid herself of a pestering fly, Dapplemist rose and padded out of the medicine cat den. Tipping her head backward, she gazed up at Silverpelt. Thousand upon thousand of stars glittered far above the treetops. Each shone brightly, giving off a faint glow. Closing her eyes, Dapplemist raised her muzzle further up to the sky. The peaceful silence was broken only by the occasional chirp of a nocturnal bug, or rustling of a shifting cat. Her sense of foreboding left her.
Lowering her muzzle, Dapplemist gazed at the moon. It was well past moonhigh, the midnight patrol would be arriving any moment. Dapplemist assumed her moment of peace would be disturbed by warriors, numb with tiredness, bumbling through the camp. Turning to return to her nest, her sense of foreboding returned. Along with the disturbing feeling, a buzzing rang in her ear.
Dapplemist halted suddenly. Colors flashed in her vision, the scent of blood hung heavy in the air. Sinking to her knees, Dapplemist felt overpowered by the metallic scent. A vision flashed before her eyes. A rotting tree, writhing with insects, creaked in the wind. Suddenly, a thick bow began to wave wildly, caught in a gust of wind. The branch began snapping, bit by bit, until it hung by a mere splinter of wood. Down below, the midnight patrol made it's way back to the camp. Senses, numbed with tiredness, didn't detect the snapping branch. Then the branch fell. The patrol glanced up, eyes glazing with fear. Dapplemist's vision went black.
A snap resounded in the surrounding forest. Yowls, faint as the wind, echoed along with the snapping sound. Dapplemist's eyes grew round, reflecting the moon's light. She turned sharply around, entering her den. Grabbing an assortment of herbs and cobwebs, she sped out into the clearing.
Rustling sounded at the entrance of the camp. It must be part of the patrol. She thought. Dapplemist sped to meet the cat that created the noise, dread creeping into her belly.
((OK, so this thread is open. There are at least two other cats that we need for this thread. Someone to fetch Dapplemist, and the injured warrior. Either can be an apprentice. So... Please join!))
Sneezing, Dapplemist awoke from her slumber. She shifted in her stale nest, searching for a more comfortable position. Covering her nose with snow-white paws, Dapplemist sought for the realm of slumber. Moonlight reached through the lichen covering of the den, illuminating Dapplemist's mottled pelt.
Though it was the dead of night, Dapplemist couldn't fall back to sleep. Snorting with annoyance, she sat up and licked a paw. Pensively, Dapplemist ran her whetted paw over her whiskers. Twisting her neck, she began to lick her shoulders. Dapplemist's tongue swiped across her shoulders, making a soft scraping noise. Twisting her neck further, Dapplemist sought out a patch of ruffled fur with her tongue.
Dapplemist paused, her tongue halfway out of her mouth. Ears twitching back and forth, she heard a faint sound. Glancing around the medicine cat den, Dapplemist searched for the source of the sound. There were no signs of movement. Shuddering, Dapplemist felt a sense of foreboding engulfing her. It hung over her like a dark cloud, menacing and promising bad things to come.
Again she heard the sound. It was louder than before and it rang in her ears. Shaking her head, as if to rid herself of a pestering fly, Dapplemist rose and padded out of the medicine cat den. Tipping her head backward, she gazed up at Silverpelt. Thousand upon thousand of stars glittered far above the treetops. Each shone brightly, giving off a faint glow. Closing her eyes, Dapplemist raised her muzzle further up to the sky. The peaceful silence was broken only by the occasional chirp of a nocturnal bug, or rustling of a shifting cat. Her sense of foreboding left her.
Lowering her muzzle, Dapplemist gazed at the moon. It was well past moonhigh, the midnight patrol would be arriving any moment. Dapplemist assumed her moment of peace would be disturbed by warriors, numb with tiredness, bumbling through the camp. Turning to return to her nest, her sense of foreboding returned. Along with the disturbing feeling, a buzzing rang in her ear.
Dapplemist halted suddenly. Colors flashed in her vision, the scent of blood hung heavy in the air. Sinking to her knees, Dapplemist felt overpowered by the metallic scent. A vision flashed before her eyes. A rotting tree, writhing with insects, creaked in the wind. Suddenly, a thick bow began to wave wildly, caught in a gust of wind. The branch began snapping, bit by bit, until it hung by a mere splinter of wood. Down below, the midnight patrol made it's way back to the camp. Senses, numbed with tiredness, didn't detect the snapping branch. Then the branch fell. The patrol glanced up, eyes glazing with fear. Dapplemist's vision went black.
A snap resounded in the surrounding forest. Yowls, faint as the wind, echoed along with the snapping sound. Dapplemist's eyes grew round, reflecting the moon's light. She turned sharply around, entering her den. Grabbing an assortment of herbs and cobwebs, she sped out into the clearing.
Rustling sounded at the entrance of the camp. It must be part of the patrol. She thought. Dapplemist sped to meet the cat that created the noise, dread creeping into her belly.
((OK, so this thread is open. There are at least two other cats that we need for this thread. Someone to fetch Dapplemist, and the injured warrior. Either can be an apprentice. So... Please join!))