Post by Falconwing on Mar 10, 2013 20:12:04 GMT -6
[guys party]
Falconwing paced in the camp, the sun burning his thin pelt off. Ever since Iceclan had moved, Falconwing had suffered from several waves of panic, fearing that his pelt was on fire. The tom let out a shaky sigh and continued on with his pacing until his paws brought to him an entrance.
The medicine cat's den.
Falconwing lowered his head, his legs shaking. Brightfalme, the medicine cat, had a special relationship with Falconwing. They had confirmed their feelings for each other long ago. But since then, Falconwing rarely visited him.
With wary blue eyes, the tabby sought out the famaliar pelt. There was nothing. No movement, no rustle of herbs, no sweet scent. Falconwing choked back a cry as he stumbled into the den, searching for Brightflame's nest. Where was it-oh. It was beneath Falconwing's paws. He knelt down and nosed the scraps of dry moss, drinking in the faint scent of his love. Dragging his muscular body into the nest, the tom gathered the bits of moss and shoved them beneath him.
He bent his head and saw a silver colored flower. It was the color of Brightflame's pelt. Falconwing lost it. Tears erupted from the feline's eyes as he began to hug the moss closely to him, nuzzling it. His shoulders shook from his powerful sobs. Some cats would look at Falconwing and think that he was weak. But the tom had lost too many loved ones. He curled up even tighter, now losing control of his feelings.
"Oh Brightflame, why did you have to leave me? Please come back to me, pleeeaase. I can't bear this..." Falconwing's voice cut off as a whisper, blocking out aany sounds. Brightflame probably wouldn't come back to him, like Seabreeze. No, Brightflame can't be dead! He just can't.
Was there no hope in this world?
Falconwing paced in the camp, the sun burning his thin pelt off. Ever since Iceclan had moved, Falconwing had suffered from several waves of panic, fearing that his pelt was on fire. The tom let out a shaky sigh and continued on with his pacing until his paws brought to him an entrance.
The medicine cat's den.
Falconwing lowered his head, his legs shaking. Brightfalme, the medicine cat, had a special relationship with Falconwing. They had confirmed their feelings for each other long ago. But since then, Falconwing rarely visited him.
With wary blue eyes, the tabby sought out the famaliar pelt. There was nothing. No movement, no rustle of herbs, no sweet scent. Falconwing choked back a cry as he stumbled into the den, searching for Brightflame's nest. Where was it-oh. It was beneath Falconwing's paws. He knelt down and nosed the scraps of dry moss, drinking in the faint scent of his love. Dragging his muscular body into the nest, the tom gathered the bits of moss and shoved them beneath him.
He bent his head and saw a silver colored flower. It was the color of Brightflame's pelt. Falconwing lost it. Tears erupted from the feline's eyes as he began to hug the moss closely to him, nuzzling it. His shoulders shook from his powerful sobs. Some cats would look at Falconwing and think that he was weak. But the tom had lost too many loved ones. He curled up even tighter, now losing control of his feelings.
"Oh Brightflame, why did you have to leave me? Please come back to me, pleeeaase. I can't bear this..." Falconwing's voice cut off as a whisper, blocking out aany sounds. Brightflame probably wouldn't come back to him, like Seabreeze. No, Brightflame can't be dead! He just can't.
Was there no hope in this world?
