Post by PaiintyButt on Jan 26, 2013 23:48:46 GMT -5
Eyes looked on in the cave filled with cats beginning to settle. But the female warrior didnt have the heart to settle. All day, her eyes had ached and blurred. She was clumsy with fishing today and sunk into the deep water, the water rising above her head. It had caused several flash backs that day, causing a momentarily terror to rush over her as she submerged deep into the ocean.
Thoughts came rushing back...
"Thistlepaw the dry paw! Thistlepaw the dry paw!" their chants made the sickly apprentice wince at their rude comments.
Boldly, she puffed her spiky chest up. "No im not." but her voice sounded weak, just like her immune system at the time.
They stood at the edge of the ocean, and even though it was dark and cold- the sand suddenly felt hot on her paws.
"Then do it fish brain!" the retort caused her to wince abruptly. The thought of getting her paws wet was not appealing. Also the stories the elders told have cats being eaten by gigantic fish called sharks scared her.
Not daring to dote on any longer, she rushed into the cold water, not daring to think. Up to her belly fur, she turned around, icy cold from the water.
"Farther dry paw! Farther dry paw!"
No.....she knew they would never stop. She had to go deeper. Using her paws, she pedaled them intill she knew she was deep. But her voice caught in throat.
Suddenly, a fun rose up from the ocean and swept with a speed. It was beginning to notice her. She felt her paws stop working and she slowly sunk down, noises dimmed and silence went on.
Her short, sad life rushed in her head. A fin brushed against her leg and she braced herself for the death defying chomp...
Thoughts came rushing back...
"Thistlepaw the dry paw! Thistlepaw the dry paw!" their chants made the sickly apprentice wince at their rude comments.
Boldly, she puffed her spiky chest up. "No im not." but her voice sounded weak, just like her immune system at the time.
They stood at the edge of the ocean, and even though it was dark and cold- the sand suddenly felt hot on her paws.
"Then do it fish brain!" the retort caused her to wince abruptly. The thought of getting her paws wet was not appealing. Also the stories the elders told have cats being eaten by gigantic fish called sharks scared her.
Not daring to dote on any longer, she rushed into the cold water, not daring to think. Up to her belly fur, she turned around, icy cold from the water.
"Farther dry paw! Farther dry paw!"
No.....she knew they would never stop. She had to go deeper. Using her paws, she pedaled them intill she knew she was deep. But her voice caught in throat.
Suddenly, a fun rose up from the ocean and swept with a speed. It was beginning to notice her. She felt her paws stop working and she slowly sunk down, noises dimmed and silence went on.
Her short, sad life rushed in her head. A fin brushed against her leg and she braced herself for the death defying chomp...