Post by Oatstripe on Oct 25, 2019 14:33:31 GMT -5
There once was a cat made of fur and bones.
One night, in the depths of darkness, there was a young, tortoise-shell cat that wandered out of her clan. Swiftwing, her name was. Her eyes were a bright green that glimmered in the pale moonlight, and her fur was a patchy brown and black.
Her paw steps echoed softly through the night as she carefully stalked across the plains, her eyes taking in the dark surroundings as she breathed out, watching her breath float up from her before disappearing into the crisp leaf-fall air.
The night was going well, and the coolness was a nice relief for her aching bones.
As she carefully slipped between the trees, not having a particular destination, she heard the faint breathing of something. It seemed like a cat, yet the sound seemed far, yet close. Loud, yet quiet.
Curiosity quickly set in as she began to creep towards the sound that seemed distant while being close. As she glided through the trees, trying not to make so much noise, she spotted a glowing, white figure in the distant. Her head tilted as her eyes squinted, trying to make out the figure that was in the distant. She couldn’t though; it looked so bright.
“StarClan?” She asked, her breathing hitching as she slowly crept forward. It felt so wrong, but she couldn’t ignore the nagging feeling she felt to inch towards the figure, even as it seemed like a white flame, flickering in and out of the night.
Her paws urged her to turn and run, but she felt like she couldn’t, and her mind lured her closer to the figure, and if it whispered “Come! Come to me!”
Soon, she stood right in front of the figure, her breath hitching as her eyes widened, staring up at the glowing white figure. It stared down at her with no eyes, yet she felt like the stare of it was boring down on her.
“What are you…?” She gasped out, staring at the figure as it turned its head just slightly to be facing her.
Then, without warning, it passed through her.
Swiftwing yowled out, her hair rising off of her pelt as she turned, running as fast as she could into the night. But the figure was faster, following after her with precision, as if it was just gliding over the ground.
Her head snapped forward, but immediately as she had done this, she rammed into a tree, tumbling away for a few moments before collapsing to the ground.
~
“We found her!” Several cats yowled. They had been sent on patrol to search for Swiftwing, and they were all pushing her towards the entrance of the Clan. She yowled, shaking as she groaned.
“It was there! It was there!” She shrieked, her eyes wide as her fur stood up on her pelt. “I saw it with my own two eyes!”
“Saw what?” One of the cats asked, carefully nudging her upwards with his shoulder. His eyes had a worried haze in them, and that glow increased when she hissed and stepped back.
“The ghost!” She howled.
One night, in the depths of darkness, there was a young, tortoise-shell cat that wandered out of her clan. Swiftwing, her name was. Her eyes were a bright green that glimmered in the pale moonlight, and her fur was a patchy brown and black.
Her paw steps echoed softly through the night as she carefully stalked across the plains, her eyes taking in the dark surroundings as she breathed out, watching her breath float up from her before disappearing into the crisp leaf-fall air.
The night was going well, and the coolness was a nice relief for her aching bones.
As she carefully slipped between the trees, not having a particular destination, she heard the faint breathing of something. It seemed like a cat, yet the sound seemed far, yet close. Loud, yet quiet.
Curiosity quickly set in as she began to creep towards the sound that seemed distant while being close. As she glided through the trees, trying not to make so much noise, she spotted a glowing, white figure in the distant. Her head tilted as her eyes squinted, trying to make out the figure that was in the distant. She couldn’t though; it looked so bright.
“StarClan?” She asked, her breathing hitching as she slowly crept forward. It felt so wrong, but she couldn’t ignore the nagging feeling she felt to inch towards the figure, even as it seemed like a white flame, flickering in and out of the night.
Her paws urged her to turn and run, but she felt like she couldn’t, and her mind lured her closer to the figure, and if it whispered “Come! Come to me!”
Soon, she stood right in front of the figure, her breath hitching as her eyes widened, staring up at the glowing white figure. It stared down at her with no eyes, yet she felt like the stare of it was boring down on her.
“What are you…?” She gasped out, staring at the figure as it turned its head just slightly to be facing her.
Then, without warning, it passed through her.
Swiftwing yowled out, her hair rising off of her pelt as she turned, running as fast as she could into the night. But the figure was faster, following after her with precision, as if it was just gliding over the ground.
Her head snapped forward, but immediately as she had done this, she rammed into a tree, tumbling away for a few moments before collapsing to the ground.
~
“We found her!” Several cats yowled. They had been sent on patrol to search for Swiftwing, and they were all pushing her towards the entrance of the Clan. She yowled, shaking as she groaned.
“It was there! It was there!” She shrieked, her eyes wide as her fur stood up on her pelt. “I saw it with my own two eyes!”
“Saw what?” One of the cats asked, carefully nudging her upwards with his shoulder. His eyes had a worried haze in them, and that glow increased when she hissed and stepped back.
“The ghost!” She howled.