Post by hazelstream on Feb 3, 2008 15:52:45 GMT
The ground shook in warm Green-Leaf. The sun peeking over the horizen. Birds singing. looking for food. I looked around our camp and thingyed my head to the side. I looked around the area as the ground began to shake, cracks were made into one huge one, and dirt crumbled to the deepest pit of it. The great crack split threw our camp. Our leader, WhiteStar was on the opasite side of us. His blue eyes grew wide and he turned tail and ran! That Kittypet! I thought of my father. Yes my father was indeed, WhiteStar, my mother was IvyTail. I gasp back to reality when I was grabbed by the scruff and was removed from the scene. "Mama?" I squealed. A queen's reply came, not my mother's, "No, my name is DeadPatch, now hush." I cried softly and closed my eyes, completly afraid of what had just happened.
I jumped away, I was in a cold sweat. The old nightmare threatening me again. I stepped outside of the Warrior's Den, trying not to disturb any one. I streched in the morning sun. I sat down and began to lick myself. When I was finished I walked quietly around camp for awhile. The dawn patrol didn't seem to have come out yeah, but maybe it had. I padded out of the camp aways and sat on one of the rock piles, looking out into the horizon. My eyes held my tears and eventually they began to flow. I sneezed and wiped my tears away with a paw. ShadowClan was not for the week and she was not week.
I jumped away, I was in a cold sweat. The old nightmare threatening me again. I stepped outside of the Warrior's Den, trying not to disturb any one. I streched in the morning sun. I sat down and began to lick myself. When I was finished I walked quietly around camp for awhile. The dawn patrol didn't seem to have come out yeah, but maybe it had. I padded out of the camp aways and sat on one of the rock piles, looking out into the horizon. My eyes held my tears and eventually they began to flow. I sneezed and wiped my tears away with a paw. ShadowClan was not for the week and she was not week.
