Post by Mousefeather on Jan 30, 2015 11:39:15 GMT -6
:Skies are crying, I am watching:
Mousefeather rolled onto her back, crystal eyes trailing up to the noon sky. Watching the thin wispy clouds crawl across the sky. Day in an day out she would do the same routine. Solo morning patrol, followed by a unsuccessful hunt, or sometimes a successful hunt. Then she spent most of her time outside of camp. Sometimes she would appear in camp for a brief moment, or to sleep.
She kept to herself, not bothering anyone, or drawing attention. Moons upon moons have come and gone. Mousefeather fell into her routine of comfort.
After the death of Redstorm, she started this routine to keep going. Pushing the grief and pain behind a wall of thorns. He would want that right? For her to continue her life, hunting, protecting the clan. So she found comfort in routine. She didnt stand out from the other warriors, Mousefeather didnt want the attention. She had missed so much while in her routine. Who was mates with who? Who broke who's heart? New kits? Apprentices? Warriors? Elders? News of other clans? But the peace and quiet of routine was far more tempting. So she stayed with it.
She raised a paw toward the sky, watching the sun rays wash over her blue grey fur. Flexing the onyx claws, and retracting them. For a moment she studied the paw, it was small and dainty like the rest, but she knew power in strength was hidden behind the fur. A strike could injury a foe or kill dinner. Although she was small in size and to much fluff, Mousefeather made up in determination and stubborn will.
The grey striped she-cat looked past her paw to the sky once more.
Are you up there now, watching me? Have I been doing the right thing? Redstorm?
She sighed lowering her paw back down, it drove her mad that she couldn't speak with her mentor anymore. All the times she spent training and goofing around with him. The time her words provoked his anger and his claws hit her. Evidence of that fight still lingered on her face, there permantly till the end of time. But she forgave him, she didnt hold him accountable for the accident. She was the one who caused his strike.
Now half blind and mangled on her left side, she wallowed in her routine. Keeping all feelings and thoughts locked away behind thorns.
Mousefeather rolled to her feet, gave a long stretch with her back then in turn each of her legs. She sat back down, tucking her paws against her and wrapped the fluff of a tail over her paws.
Crystal eyes still watching the clouds float by.
:Catching teardrop in my hands:
