Post by Miss Tactical on Feb 1, 2019 23:30:04 GMT
Very carefully, the flame colored she-cat rested a paw in the water, dipping it in feeling the rush of cold soar through her body. Green eyes looked tired and dull as she stared at her reflection, the crash of the waterfall almost seemed distant to her. She had lost so much in the past few moons, first her two daughters had run off with no return. The she-cat swore she had scented them near the borders on more than one occasion but she felt if she asked anyone to help her look she would seem crazy. It was just her mind playing tricks on her…that’s what they would say she just knew it…then of course Birchpaw and Cottonpaw ran to MothClan…they were more than likely warriors now. Currantpaw drowned not too long ago she didn’t have a chance…
The remainders…she lifted her gaze to view whom used to be her mate not even having words to say to him then of course looked at all of her remaining kits whom had somehow managed to make it to warrior hood, it was almost as if she was prone to horrible luck. AS camp life went on, she snapped back into reality before jumping to her paws after laying near the running water what seemed like all day…perhaps she could manage a patrol…and look for her kits at the same time. Her eyes scanned the clearing skipping over some warriors, looking at others…then she finally decided on just one. ”Pebbleshade! Would you like to run a patrol with me? I think its time to stretch my legs.”
She tried to be upbeat, like she used to be but it was hard when you’ve had nothing but bad things happen your entire life. She lashed her tail back and forth hoping the tom wouldn’t object…perhaps…perhaps maybe he wouldn’t find her crazy wanting to find her kits…all she wanted was to make her family whole again. Was that really too much of a request?
The remainders…she lifted her gaze to view whom used to be her mate not even having words to say to him then of course looked at all of her remaining kits whom had somehow managed to make it to warrior hood, it was almost as if she was prone to horrible luck. AS camp life went on, she snapped back into reality before jumping to her paws after laying near the running water what seemed like all day…perhaps she could manage a patrol…and look for her kits at the same time. Her eyes scanned the clearing skipping over some warriors, looking at others…then she finally decided on just one. ”Pebbleshade! Would you like to run a patrol with me? I think its time to stretch my legs.”
She tried to be upbeat, like she used to be but it was hard when you’ve had nothing but bad things happen your entire life. She lashed her tail back and forth hoping the tom wouldn’t object…perhaps…perhaps maybe he wouldn’t find her crazy wanting to find her kits…all she wanted was to make her family whole again. Was that really too much of a request?
