Post by Storm on Nov 12, 2018 2:07:49 GMT
Sparrowlily
MothClan | Warrior | She-Cat | 13 Moons | Heterosexual
Puffs of white heat escaped from Sparrowlily's maw as she let each slow breath ease out into the chilly air. Her yellow gaze was dull as she focused on the clouds forming before her face, her mind busy with so much self-doubt. Things had settled since the war, but her heart still raged with the scattered and faint memories she had held onto. Life had been blurry lately, she was told she must have hit her head pretty hard to have been as confused for as long as she had been. She could recall the rush of fear she had felt before things got patchy, images of bloodied warriors and flashes of claws under a blood-tinted moon cleared occasionally, but most of that night was lost. It left the little cat with a great sense of hopelessness and loss and the sight of battle aftermath that had burrowed into her mind haunted her thoughts.
She'd been made a warrior, given a lovely name, but she felt like her body had gone through the motions without her actually in it. Sparrowlily remembered the ceremony, but the feelings that usually come with memories... there just was none. At least she felt herself again now, her mind was clear- brain finally recovered from the concussion she suffered. Anxiety lurked in the shadows though, the young feline had lost all of the momentum she had made against her shy tendencies. She could barely muster the courage to speak to her clanmates now knowing they fought so bravely while she had nothing of value to offer. Maybe StarClan should have taken her that night- or did not even the starry warriors care for such a pathetic cat. Fear would have never allowed her to wandered out into the territory at night on her own like this before, but now she felt the eyes of her clanmates on her pelt at all times and this was much preferred to that. The fluffy brown she-cat sat numbly among the two-leg junk; she fit in here so well. The crispness of the air had dulled the stink of the land and the quiet gave her some peace. Her rigid posture and stiff muscles had slowly relaxed a little the longer she sat alone in the rubbish.
MothClan | Warrior | She-Cat | 13 Moons | Heterosexual
Puffs of white heat escaped from Sparrowlily's maw as she let each slow breath ease out into the chilly air. Her yellow gaze was dull as she focused on the clouds forming before her face, her mind busy with so much self-doubt. Things had settled since the war, but her heart still raged with the scattered and faint memories she had held onto. Life had been blurry lately, she was told she must have hit her head pretty hard to have been as confused for as long as she had been. She could recall the rush of fear she had felt before things got patchy, images of bloodied warriors and flashes of claws under a blood-tinted moon cleared occasionally, but most of that night was lost. It left the little cat with a great sense of hopelessness and loss and the sight of battle aftermath that had burrowed into her mind haunted her thoughts.
She'd been made a warrior, given a lovely name, but she felt like her body had gone through the motions without her actually in it. Sparrowlily remembered the ceremony, but the feelings that usually come with memories... there just was none. At least she felt herself again now, her mind was clear- brain finally recovered from the concussion she suffered. Anxiety lurked in the shadows though, the young feline had lost all of the momentum she had made against her shy tendencies. She could barely muster the courage to speak to her clanmates now knowing they fought so bravely while she had nothing of value to offer. Maybe StarClan should have taken her that night- or did not even the starry warriors care for such a pathetic cat. Fear would have never allowed her to wandered out into the territory at night on her own like this before, but now she felt the eyes of her clanmates on her pelt at all times and this was much preferred to that. The fluffy brown she-cat sat numbly among the two-leg junk; she fit in here so well. The crispness of the air had dulled the stink of the land and the quiet gave her some peace. Her rigid posture and stiff muscles had slowly relaxed a little the longer she sat alone in the rubbish.
