Post by nightlily on Nov 10, 2012 2:16:29 GMT -5
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| [atrb=background,http://i50.tinypic.com/kagxtu.jpg] [style=width: 340px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9px; color: #4f4f4f; text-align: justify; padding-bottom:20px] [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true]There was a different between life and death, the she-cat decided, her paws coming to a halt, bright emerald gaze turning from the gravel path toward the woods of ThunderClan territory. It was evident in the plants. Even if something wasn't dead, it could appear such, as the trees were demonstrating as their dying leaves fell from the branches, leaving the bare skeleton behind. They appeared such when the last leaf had fallen, but they would always regrow, and the wood still held a quality that could only be deemed as alive. Dead trees, when the rot rolled off them in waved, the wood colourless and frail. It was a sad sight, but there was a different. Things could stem from death, but the tree itself was no more. Such a comparison in the plants though, made her wonder about the territories, if they reflected the cats inside at all. ShadowClan, their pines were always alive, always green and fresh. Death was permanent, and obvious. ThunderClan on the other hand. Appearing dead was different to being dead. The thoughts were enough to stir a sort of pride for her clan. They kept fighting, going while every other territory, except maybe WindClan, had to deal with the dying of the leaves, of prey hiding completely. ShadowClan, it got cold, but the pines stopped most of the snow covering up holes. They survived, at least slightly more confidently, when the other clans suffered. Tracing the thoughts to their roots, the she-cat wrinkled her nose slightly. Why was she even thinking about such a thing? Continuing forward, Nightlily spared a glance behind her, before looking forward again. All she wanted was a small while with Blackwhisker. The tom was talkative, and nice enough. But he was a bit too brash, too loud, and too obviously seeking affection for her to tolerate for long. She may have acted oblivious to his come ons, but she knew perfectly well what he wanted and how he planned to get it. She hadn't mentioned how much of a nuisance he was to her brothers, which meant escaping the camp had to be for a reason other than the truth, not what she liked doing. It wasn't like she'd completely lied though, just telling the toms that she wanted silence for a while. Making her way up around the track, she eventually found herself at the greenleaf twolegplace, the odd patch of territory ThunderClan had given them moons back. They got up to the second twoleg path, but they got the clearing and above. She usually avoided the area, all ShadowClan cats did in leaf-fall and leaf-bare. But, it was an escape, one she needed. Knowing she wouldn't be bothered was always a benefit too. Moving inside, the she-cat gave a small sigh, glancing around the old logs lining an ash and rock-filled circle. She knew it was a fireplace, the scent was strong enough, even if the last fire must have been lit moons ago. The whole place usually had such a small though. But, rolling in the charcoal, well it was good for pointing out where someone had been, and covering any other scents. She'd used it before as an apprentice, when she wasn't supposed to be up as far as she was. Leaping onto one of the log, she looked toward the place of fire, studying the darkness there absently. Yeah, the place was perfect for a while alone, without Blackwhisker anywhere nearby. [/style] [style=style=width: 340px; font-family: small fonts; font-size: 7px; color: #4f4f4f; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase]words: 576 . tagged: tigerfang . notes: ick, but here. [/style] |
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