Post by glowlynose on Jan 27, 2010 21:03:52 GMT -5
The sunny days that follow those rainy days always, always come back to us.
And those sunny days remind us that it can't always rain.
Crowkit rose to his paws and shook his head. Something felt cold, and he wanted it gone. The next thing he knew, white stuff was flying everywhere, the same glittering white stuff that lay on the ground all around him. What had his mother called it? Snow? Yes, snow! There sure was a lot of snow. Ha, Elmkit and Willowkit should see this. I'll just go find them right now. Crowkit then realized, after taking his first few pawsteps, that he was not in his clan's camp any more. In fact, he was quite stuck in the middle of nowhere. What he had been doing near the PineClan border before a bucketload of snow had fallen on him and knocked him out (for that's what happened, you see) was quite beyond him. Why, he'd been searching for flowers, of course! Short flowers, tall flowers, big flowers, little flowers, any sort of flower was good enough for the son of Swallowpelt and Otterfur. Unfortunately, this little bit of information was unknown to the night-pelted kitten, and so he proceeded to quite firmly sit on his rear and whimper.
He had no idea how he'd gotten so far away from his family and that big, nice tom who smelled good. Had he known the way, he most surely would have picked himself up and walked home as cheerily as if nothing unusual had happened. Wouldn't that have given Swallowpelt a coronary? Crowkit sniffled and turned his lips downward in a frown. Now he'd never see his parents or his clan again. He was lost, and there was nothing anybody could do about it.
His ears perked up as a strange smell blew in front of him. It smelled like cat, just not like any cat that he'd ever met before. The scent was distant and mysterious, and smelled oddly like mist. That was enough for Crowkit to forget all about his current predicament for the moment. So, tail sticking up straighter than a flagpole, the little PineClanner padded to the FogClan border. What would happen here? Would he meet a new friend? He hoped so, for he very much liked making new friends. Crowkit bounced up and down eagerly on his paws as he waited for something to happen, staring expectantly past the transparent wall of scent and hostility into a weird, mist-enshrouded place that seemed to him as if it could only exist in a dream.
"Hello?" he called tentatively into the swirling mist. "Is anyone out there? Please come. I won't hurt you. My name's Crowkit." Though he was not certain if anybody was near enough to hear him, the sound of his own voice filling the surreal silence comforted him
And those sunny days remind us that it can't always rain.
Crowkit rose to his paws and shook his head. Something felt cold, and he wanted it gone. The next thing he knew, white stuff was flying everywhere, the same glittering white stuff that lay on the ground all around him. What had his mother called it? Snow? Yes, snow! There sure was a lot of snow. Ha, Elmkit and Willowkit should see this. I'll just go find them right now. Crowkit then realized, after taking his first few pawsteps, that he was not in his clan's camp any more. In fact, he was quite stuck in the middle of nowhere. What he had been doing near the PineClan border before a bucketload of snow had fallen on him and knocked him out (for that's what happened, you see) was quite beyond him. Why, he'd been searching for flowers, of course! Short flowers, tall flowers, big flowers, little flowers, any sort of flower was good enough for the son of Swallowpelt and Otterfur. Unfortunately, this little bit of information was unknown to the night-pelted kitten, and so he proceeded to quite firmly sit on his rear and whimper.
He had no idea how he'd gotten so far away from his family and that big, nice tom who smelled good. Had he known the way, he most surely would have picked himself up and walked home as cheerily as if nothing unusual had happened. Wouldn't that have given Swallowpelt a coronary? Crowkit sniffled and turned his lips downward in a frown. Now he'd never see his parents or his clan again. He was lost, and there was nothing anybody could do about it.
His ears perked up as a strange smell blew in front of him. It smelled like cat, just not like any cat that he'd ever met before. The scent was distant and mysterious, and smelled oddly like mist. That was enough for Crowkit to forget all about his current predicament for the moment. So, tail sticking up straighter than a flagpole, the little PineClanner padded to the FogClan border. What would happen here? Would he meet a new friend? He hoped so, for he very much liked making new friends. Crowkit bounced up and down eagerly on his paws as he waited for something to happen, staring expectantly past the transparent wall of scent and hostility into a weird, mist-enshrouded place that seemed to him as if it could only exist in a dream.
"Hello?" he called tentatively into the swirling mist. "Is anyone out there? Please come. I won't hurt you. My name's Crowkit." Though he was not certain if anybody was near enough to hear him, the sound of his own voice filling the surreal silence comforted him
Even when the rain seems to go on and on, it can't go on forever.
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We have a cbox again and we're opening the place up as a closed, members only rp