Post by Wildwind on Nov 24, 2009 19:30:23 GMT -6
(I am bored and feel like typing somthing pretty long soooo here i go.......)
Wildwind yawned and streached her back legs. After the battle with the rouges, she was tuckred out, though she only fought a little. The fight was not finished totaly, but for the night, it was. Wildwind sighed, seeing her little brother get ripped to shreads by her friends was one of the saddest things to watch. But he also hurt many other cats. Wildwind licked her scar on her side that fox gave her earler. It had stopped bleeding but still very badly hurt. Wildwind yawned, she wanted to go to the river and sit in the rain. But she should not, she was a elder for such and she did not need to get worse of her greencought. She was neering death every day, she could feel her body growing weaker every second, so she should not even waste her energy on walking all the way to the river. Wildwind coughed. No wonder she was sick all the time. She never left the cold winds and rain. Plus, she always swimes in the icy cold rivers. Snow was not flittering on the ground. Some somtimes blew into the den but not usualy. Their was nothing to do as an elder and everyday was dull. She guessed it was best sense ever sense she did have a fullfilled life, she was in pain. But yet, everything still feels in pain, without the action of yelling or fighting. Really, being a elder was good, no more porblams. Somehow they stopped when she retired. Wildwind thought all the fighitng started with her loud mouth. The she-cat got up limply and padded over to the back of the med cat's den. It was much warmer. She lay back down in a large pile of mosses and crushed leaves. The moss was very filthy, but no matter, she really had no care what-so- ever. She yawned and flexed her paws. Nothing to do. Wildwind choaked out a little blood, but it was not normal for she did it every day. Wildwind sighed, she was on her deathbed. She was ready to go anytime. Wildwind padded over farther into the back and peeked out a hole. The snow was covering the forest and turnning it white. She was DIEING to go out and dive right into it. The night was SO dull. She wished someone would come in and talk to her! Even if it was not a close friend, it would be nice to talk to someone. Wildwind lay still, thinking of her great adventures as of when she was younger. Her fathers strike of death. The time she met Darkclaw. Her first sight of the clans. When she saved Darkclaw for the cliffs. She even thought back at some horrorfying times. The time she tried to turn the wolves good and she lost her eye. When her father almost killed her. When Darkclaw died. When her mother died. Her foster mother dying. Her sister being killed by her daughters mate. Her daughter's mate's dark side of evil. Her brother who lurks for blood. When Pinefrost almost gave his life to save her at the cliffs. Some many memories, and now, all was dull. When her and Flowerstorm fell in the icy river one nighe and tey almost drounded. The wonder moonlit nights were she had wonderful talks with friends and family. Wildwind smiled. The memories gave her a smile to her face. Really, her life was so exciting, but she would never admit it. Some would say her life is tought, as so many of her family and friends died. Some would say it was nice, no more fighting, being deputy. Wildwind yawned. Would someone please talk to her! The night grew colder and she went back to her warm nest. She lay down and roll arounf till her body warmed. Wildwind got back up. She could not keep still. Wildwind padded out of the den to the fresh kill pile. Her paws felt frozen under the snow and her pads were totaly cracked. She should have them checked in the mornning. She looked into the pile of kill. It all looked small and cold. She picked up the fattest mouse. Mice were her favorte tings to eat. She loved fat, juicy ones best, but this would work. She picked it up and padded back into the den. She settled into the nest once agian and bit into the mouse. It was very cold, but she did not care. It was small and kinda crunchy. She finished it off very quickly and wiped away the remains on her fur. She lay back in the nest and sighed. Pleae someone come talk to me! She thought......
Wildwind yawned and streached her back legs. After the battle with the rouges, she was tuckred out, though she only fought a little. The fight was not finished totaly, but for the night, it was. Wildwind sighed, seeing her little brother get ripped to shreads by her friends was one of the saddest things to watch. But he also hurt many other cats. Wildwind licked her scar on her side that fox gave her earler. It had stopped bleeding but still very badly hurt. Wildwind yawned, she wanted to go to the river and sit in the rain. But she should not, she was a elder for such and she did not need to get worse of her greencought. She was neering death every day, she could feel her body growing weaker every second, so she should not even waste her energy on walking all the way to the river. Wildwind coughed. No wonder she was sick all the time. She never left the cold winds and rain. Plus, she always swimes in the icy cold rivers. Snow was not flittering on the ground. Some somtimes blew into the den but not usualy. Their was nothing to do as an elder and everyday was dull. She guessed it was best sense ever sense she did have a fullfilled life, she was in pain. But yet, everything still feels in pain, without the action of yelling or fighting. Really, being a elder was good, no more porblams. Somehow they stopped when she retired. Wildwind thought all the fighitng started with her loud mouth. The she-cat got up limply and padded over to the back of the med cat's den. It was much warmer. She lay back down in a large pile of mosses and crushed leaves. The moss was very filthy, but no matter, she really had no care what-so- ever. She yawned and flexed her paws. Nothing to do. Wildwind choaked out a little blood, but it was not normal for she did it every day. Wildwind sighed, she was on her deathbed. She was ready to go anytime. Wildwind padded over farther into the back and peeked out a hole. The snow was covering the forest and turnning it white. She was DIEING to go out and dive right into it. The night was SO dull. She wished someone would come in and talk to her! Even if it was not a close friend, it would be nice to talk to someone. Wildwind lay still, thinking of her great adventures as of when she was younger. Her fathers strike of death. The time she met Darkclaw. Her first sight of the clans. When she saved Darkclaw for the cliffs. She even thought back at some horrorfying times. The time she tried to turn the wolves good and she lost her eye. When her father almost killed her. When Darkclaw died. When her mother died. Her foster mother dying. Her sister being killed by her daughters mate. Her daughter's mate's dark side of evil. Her brother who lurks for blood. When Pinefrost almost gave his life to save her at the cliffs. Some many memories, and now, all was dull. When her and Flowerstorm fell in the icy river one nighe and tey almost drounded. The wonder moonlit nights were she had wonderful talks with friends and family. Wildwind smiled. The memories gave her a smile to her face. Really, her life was so exciting, but she would never admit it. Some would say her life is tought, as so many of her family and friends died. Some would say it was nice, no more fighting, being deputy. Wildwind yawned. Would someone please talk to her! The night grew colder and she went back to her warm nest. She lay down and roll arounf till her body warmed. Wildwind got back up. She could not keep still. Wildwind padded out of the den to the fresh kill pile. Her paws felt frozen under the snow and her pads were totaly cracked. She should have them checked in the mornning. She looked into the pile of kill. It all looked small and cold. She picked up the fattest mouse. Mice were her favorte tings to eat. She loved fat, juicy ones best, but this would work. She picked it up and padded back into the den. She settled into the nest once agian and bit into the mouse. It was very cold, but she did not care. It was small and kinda crunchy. She finished it off very quickly and wiped away the remains on her fur. She lay back in the nest and sighed. Pleae someone come talk to me! She thought......
