Post by glowlynose on Jan 31, 2011 21:51:24 GMT -5
Briartail was stretched out in a nice patch of sun, reveling in the joyous Leaf-Bare day that he had been blessed with. It amused him to no end how some cats could hate this season. The only slightly annoying thing about it was that it got cold sometimes, but there was so much goodness in the bite of the air! When the sun shone behind the frost-encrusted tree branches, the entire world seemed to glow. It rimmed the trees with liquid gold and stole the very breath from his lungs. Briartail could remember when he and Ember just sat and stared at the world for hours on end, marveling at creation and feeling so utterly blessed to be together in the most beautiful of places. In fact, it was a day not unlike this one that his kits had been born- their kits, their gifts.
He missed them. Oh, what he would give for his family to be here with him. His spot of sun was big enough for all of them. Heck, his spot of sun covered most of StreamClan's camp! He could almost picture them there, his kits playing over by the nursery while Ember lay beside him. That was true bliss. Unfortunately, reality was much lonelier and much less idealistic than his fantasies. He'd see them again some day, though. If you truly belonged somewhere not even death could rip you away.
Complaints about the weather pierced Briartail's peace, but he didn't mind. If his fellow warriors wanted to choose to be angry because of a little cold, so be it. Sometimes it seemed like he was the only one in all the clans who appreciated the world with all its faces on. They were sure missing out. It made him sad that they couldn't see the beauty of the ice and snow. Did they even notice how the sun reflected off of the surface at sunrise and sunset, making the ground mirror the sky? Was he truly the only one who saw?
Briartail shook his head sadly. What tragedy had befallen the clans if he was the only one with Eyes anymore? Had they all been blinded by hatred? Perhaps their Eyes had been abandoned in their first battle. That would be understandable, he supposed. After all, who wants Eyes with blood and claws everywhere? That experience would have frightened the Eyes out of anybody. Maybe he was something special after all, just like Ember had always said. Nothing could cripple his spirits for very long. He'd built up an immunity.
A single, low note of a bird's song floated through camp, and he wondered if anybody else heard it or if they were all too busy jabbering to notice. It was one of the most beautiful sounds he'd ever heard. Shortly after, more notes followed, rising and falling in a brilliant avian cadenza. Briartail could have sworn his heart grew wings and followed every single pitch of it. Despite everything he could say, without a doubt, that he was happy. That was his greatest gift of all, he supposed, his happiness.
[/center]He missed them. Oh, what he would give for his family to be here with him. His spot of sun was big enough for all of them. Heck, his spot of sun covered most of StreamClan's camp! He could almost picture them there, his kits playing over by the nursery while Ember lay beside him. That was true bliss. Unfortunately, reality was much lonelier and much less idealistic than his fantasies. He'd see them again some day, though. If you truly belonged somewhere not even death could rip you away.
Complaints about the weather pierced Briartail's peace, but he didn't mind. If his fellow warriors wanted to choose to be angry because of a little cold, so be it. Sometimes it seemed like he was the only one in all the clans who appreciated the world with all its faces on. They were sure missing out. It made him sad that they couldn't see the beauty of the ice and snow. Did they even notice how the sun reflected off of the surface at sunrise and sunset, making the ground mirror the sky? Was he truly the only one who saw?
Briartail shook his head sadly. What tragedy had befallen the clans if he was the only one with Eyes anymore? Had they all been blinded by hatred? Perhaps their Eyes had been abandoned in their first battle. That would be understandable, he supposed. After all, who wants Eyes with blood and claws everywhere? That experience would have frightened the Eyes out of anybody. Maybe he was something special after all, just like Ember had always said. Nothing could cripple his spirits for very long. He'd built up an immunity.
A single, low note of a bird's song floated through camp, and he wondered if anybody else heard it or if they were all too busy jabbering to notice. It was one of the most beautiful sounds he'd ever heard. Shortly after, more notes followed, rising and falling in a brilliant avian cadenza. Briartail could have sworn his heart grew wings and followed every single pitch of it. Despite everything he could say, without a doubt, that he was happy. That was his greatest gift of all, he supposed, his happiness.
We have a cbox again and we're opening the place up as a closed, members only rp