Post by liara on Sept 7, 2014 19:58:12 GMT -6
Let The Sky Fall...
He stood on the edge, silent, watchful. His powerful muscles rippled beneath a brown and white pelt. The sky above was a rainbow of dark shades. From blue to violet to pink to orange to red. On the far edge of the sky stars were beginning to shine, and the moon was growing more visible to accompany it's nightly companions. The tom sat in complete silence ad he turned his gaze to the camp below. Most kits had already been ushered back to the nursery by their mothers, and a few warriors were returning with prey from the last patrol of the night. He closed his eyes for a moment, relaxing in the crisp twilight air with suddenly an image flashed through his mind.
Screams sounded through the canyon, the thundering roar of many tons of water pounding through the canyon. The water swept over him, he was struggling to escape. "Kyra!" Water flooded into his mouth, and he hacked and cough, pounding at the water below him to reach the surface once more. "Kyra!" His lungs burned but he had to keep going, he had to find her. He was being flung back and forth by the incredibly strong current. "Kyra where are you?!" He saw a familiar pelt being flung across the water, and a scream. They were screaming his name. "Get out of the water!" But he didn't know if she heard him, because at that moment the forceful water through him against a sharp rock and the world went black.
His eyes flew open and he gasped for breath. He looked around wildly, as if he would be able to find the she-cat if he just looked. But she was no where. She had been for a long time. She's gone and there's no way you can ever find her. The thought ripped at his heart, tearing at the pieces that were left. But he was dry, and camp was safe. He didn't want to be safe, he wanted to be with Kyra, even if it meant being dead. But if she was not dead.. she's dead, you know she is. He looked out over the canyon that his clan resided in, a deep sadness and despair in his gaze.
Let It Crumble.
He stood on the edge, silent, watchful. His powerful muscles rippled beneath a brown and white pelt. The sky above was a rainbow of dark shades. From blue to violet to pink to orange to red. On the far edge of the sky stars were beginning to shine, and the moon was growing more visible to accompany it's nightly companions. The tom sat in complete silence ad he turned his gaze to the camp below. Most kits had already been ushered back to the nursery by their mothers, and a few warriors were returning with prey from the last patrol of the night. He closed his eyes for a moment, relaxing in the crisp twilight air with suddenly an image flashed through his mind.
Screams sounded through the canyon, the thundering roar of many tons of water pounding through the canyon. The water swept over him, he was struggling to escape. "Kyra!" Water flooded into his mouth, and he hacked and cough, pounding at the water below him to reach the surface once more. "Kyra!" His lungs burned but he had to keep going, he had to find her. He was being flung back and forth by the incredibly strong current. "Kyra where are you?!" He saw a familiar pelt being flung across the water, and a scream. They were screaming his name. "Get out of the water!" But he didn't know if she heard him, because at that moment the forceful water through him against a sharp rock and the world went black.
His eyes flew open and he gasped for breath. He looked around wildly, as if he would be able to find the she-cat if he just looked. But she was no where. She had been for a long time. She's gone and there's no way you can ever find her. The thought ripped at his heart, tearing at the pieces that were left. But he was dry, and camp was safe. He didn't want to be safe, he wanted to be with Kyra, even if it meant being dead. But if she was not dead.. she's dead, you know she is. He looked out over the canyon that his clan resided in, a deep sadness and despair in his gaze.
Let It Crumble.
