Post by winterleaf on May 16, 2007 20:12:28 GMT -5
The clearing was engulfed with silence. Sunlight danced gracefully through the thick, gray, rain-soaked, clouds onto old graves and reflected into the deep sky. Wild grape-vines twisted through the black, metal, gate. Fresh green grapes dappled the silent clearing. An old brown wrinkled one slightly danced in the soft wet breeze and then plunged quietly off it’s perch onto the cold ground. It seemed to stare up at it’s old home and take it’s last look at life.
Through the thick bushes outlining the edges of the small overgrown clearing, a rustling could be heard. A sleek furry navy and dark blue head poked through curiously and searched the whole enchanting place. He stared into the distance looking for anything troublesome. A slight look of sneaky pleasure crossed her face and he pawed her way quietly into the center of the lonely place of death and sadness. This was her quiet place. This was where he came to catch the sun when it danced and teased the grass. This was where he came to just be herself.
The tabby cat glared slyly at the sun hidden between restraining clouds. He raced behind a single tree in the middle of the clearing and looked again at it but this time, more curiously. He moved to different spots but never left the clearing. He would not lose at his own game. The lean cat would search restlessly until he could see the full light of the graceful sun. He always wished he were the sun. It kept things living and it kept things peaceful. It was a hunch of his that the sun was one of the main things keeping this magnificent place alive. His problem was that the grim memory of her past haunted her every day, not letting her live a happy life. He would never be the one relied on to keep things going. A sense of importance was in her soul and was waiting to escape. Suddenly, Thornshadow's muzzle perked up high as a familiar, yet muffled scent, reached his nosetrills. The tabby tom clunched towards it, his amber eyes wide in curiosity.
Through the thick bushes outlining the edges of the small overgrown clearing, a rustling could be heard. A sleek furry navy and dark blue head poked through curiously and searched the whole enchanting place. He stared into the distance looking for anything troublesome. A slight look of sneaky pleasure crossed her face and he pawed her way quietly into the center of the lonely place of death and sadness. This was her quiet place. This was where he came to catch the sun when it danced and teased the grass. This was where he came to just be herself.
The tabby cat glared slyly at the sun hidden between restraining clouds. He raced behind a single tree in the middle of the clearing and looked again at it but this time, more curiously. He moved to different spots but never left the clearing. He would not lose at his own game. The lean cat would search restlessly until he could see the full light of the graceful sun. He always wished he were the sun. It kept things living and it kept things peaceful. It was a hunch of his that the sun was one of the main things keeping this magnificent place alive. His problem was that the grim memory of her past haunted her every day, not letting her live a happy life. He would never be the one relied on to keep things going. A sense of importance was in her soul and was waiting to escape. Suddenly, Thornshadow's muzzle perked up high as a familiar, yet muffled scent, reached his nosetrills. The tabby tom clunched towards it, his amber eyes wide in curiosity.
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