Post by Ivy on Apr 27, 2011 22:41:24 GMT -6
SLATEPAW
A slim form appeared on the smooth grey rock, her dusky coat shining warmly in the sun’s last rays. She slunk up the slope of the rock, not pausing as her unsheathed claws scraped against the surface. Slatepaw glanced back over her shoulder to her mentor, Firepool. He had only taken her to this place once before, on the day they toured WindClan territory. That was just about three moons ago, when the she-cat’s apprenticeship had just begun; now she stood atop the large stone, turning her gaze back to the vast expanse of moorland. The sunset cast an amber glow over the clear land, but even the warmth of the light was no match for the blazing orange of Slatepaw’s eyes. They smoldered as she watched the tall grasses move slowly.
”Why did you take me here?”
Her voice showed no reservation as she sat, her stare set on something far in the distance. Something she didn’t quite want to be staring at; she could just see the outline of the gorge from her place above the ground. She felt something rising in her chest, and swiftly broke her fiery gaze. Slatepaw twisted her head to watch her mentor appear near her, her tail swinging around to fold over her paws. She swallowed, ears twitching only slightly as a warm summer breeze rustled her fur. She was so close to letting the terrible memories break her stride before she carefully bottled them up again. She could not allow herself to let the images roll through her head again and again as they had in her kithood. It had been five moons, and the scars on her mind were fading slowly. Slowly, but steadily.
Her attention was stolen when a rustle in the grass below them sounded. Her head snapped to catch the source of the intrusion, though she saw nothing. She eyed the ground below her hurriedly, trying to catch the ghost that had broken her intense stare. Her jaws parted as she scented the wind, catching only the stale hint of a rabbit long gone. Whatever had prevented her from catching her mentor’s own soft green gaze was as mysterious as the chill that ran down her spine. She sheathed and unsheathed her claws, her nails making quiet scraping noises as they left marks in the dark grey stone. She forgot the question she asked only moments ago as she stared after the phantom disturbance. Another chill rocked her frame, despite the warmth that surrounded them.