Post by froststream on Nov 5, 2009 17:47:49 GMT -6
Icefeather padded to a stop, and found himself standing in the middle of the small, wooden bridge the twolegs had built. He never really came around here unless he had to, but tonight he felt no disliking towards the little wood planks.
Usually twolegs crossed here with dogs and their kits. Sometimes they would bring skinny metal poles with string. They looked so awkward, built up on long skinny legs, gawky thin arms and fur only on their heads. They would wobble and arch their backs before thrusing forwards, and the string would fly and plop into the water. Sometimes, just sometimes, they would swing their arms back and pull in the line, and there would be a fish hanging off. Icefeather always thought this was cheating. The cats used skills, stalking and dashing their paws into the water. The twolegs, on the other hand, hooked the fish and pulled them up.
Icefeather sat, curled his paws under him and watched the swirling waters. He felt a weird tingle in his chest. He found his mind wandering to Lilyblossom. He caught himself thinking of her soft voice and beautiful face. Everytime, he would shake the thoughts away, but they always crept back. Finally, he stopped fighting them and just let himself think about her. His heart felt fiery and full.
He layed his head on the ground and closed his eyes. He thought of his family. His mother, patient and kind, his father, tall and brave, and Mudpaw, curious and sweet. He felt sadness flooding through him, unlike before. Before, he had grieved them and mourned for their lives, feeling sorry for them and himself.
Now, he felt a deep pain, like a bruise on his heart. His brother's round face and sparkling yellow eyes, saying, "You go ahead and hunt, Icepaw. I'll help the elders. Be careful."
Icepaw had wanted to go hunting, but Mudpaw wasn't feeling all that well and wanted to help around camp. Mudpaw had let Icepaw go hunting, and Icepaw remembered feeling some guilt deep down as he raced away from camp. If only he had stayed in camp he could have saved Mudpaw.
But now they were gone.
He saw tears dripping down into the river, creating soft ripples that smoothed away silently. "Ripples never come back," he though deep down.
Finally, there on the bridge under the soft moonlight, the unconquerable Icefeather let go.
Usually twolegs crossed here with dogs and their kits. Sometimes they would bring skinny metal poles with string. They looked so awkward, built up on long skinny legs, gawky thin arms and fur only on their heads. They would wobble and arch their backs before thrusing forwards, and the string would fly and plop into the water. Sometimes, just sometimes, they would swing their arms back and pull in the line, and there would be a fish hanging off. Icefeather always thought this was cheating. The cats used skills, stalking and dashing their paws into the water. The twolegs, on the other hand, hooked the fish and pulled them up.
Icefeather sat, curled his paws under him and watched the swirling waters. He felt a weird tingle in his chest. He found his mind wandering to Lilyblossom. He caught himself thinking of her soft voice and beautiful face. Everytime, he would shake the thoughts away, but they always crept back. Finally, he stopped fighting them and just let himself think about her. His heart felt fiery and full.
He layed his head on the ground and closed his eyes. He thought of his family. His mother, patient and kind, his father, tall and brave, and Mudpaw, curious and sweet. He felt sadness flooding through him, unlike before. Before, he had grieved them and mourned for their lives, feeling sorry for them and himself.
Now, he felt a deep pain, like a bruise on his heart. His brother's round face and sparkling yellow eyes, saying, "You go ahead and hunt, Icepaw. I'll help the elders. Be careful."
Icepaw had wanted to go hunting, but Mudpaw wasn't feeling all that well and wanted to help around camp. Mudpaw had let Icepaw go hunting, and Icepaw remembered feeling some guilt deep down as he raced away from camp. If only he had stayed in camp he could have saved Mudpaw.
But now they were gone.
He saw tears dripping down into the river, creating soft ripples that smoothed away silently. "Ripples never come back," he though deep down.
Finally, there on the bridge under the soft moonlight, the unconquerable Icefeather let go.