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Post by Risa [Isis] on Apr 10, 2009 22:07:15 GMT -5
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The sun twinkled above in the jewel-blue sky, the rays casting their golden glow on rolling fields. A creek gurgled by, the water carrying downstream, and if one followed it far enough, would emerge at the StarClan-Angel border. Wildflowers dotted the meadows - poppies, daisies, violets, daffodils. Splashes of colour were bright against the pure green grass, each stalk glistening with dew that reflected back the brilliant yellow orb. The grass was soft underpaw, and a copse of trees grew in the nook of a valley. Their shadows were cool, inviting, and a perfect place to hunt; prey rustled through the undergrowth.
This was the Glowing Lands, the place of Angels.
The Angels were mighty creatures. A variety of felines, a variety of pelt colours, a variety of Clancats, all joined together in unison under the rule of Icegaze. It did not matter that they had been enemies in their mortal life, for even then they had all strived for peace and equality among the Clans. When they had passed on, they had risen above StarClan, reqruited by Icegaze to guard their descendents and help them along their path. It was a wondrous system.
On this sunny morning, cats mingled; some hunting, others sharing tongues and some just relaxing in the sunlight. Paths criss-crossed, and mews of greeting were exchanged between each. Many were getting ready to leave, to meet their charges, but many others had yet to be assigned. They waited for Sleepingsky to assign one to them; until then, they enjoyed themselves.
One feline in particular, a silver-tinged gray tabby, did not have much to do.
This truly was paradise, Faithpaw thought to herself as she padded along a trail. Her wings fluttered, each indivual feather a soft white that was supple, yet strong. Green eyes gazed around as she took in the rolling hills. Her curiousity and wonder never ceased to die, despite having been in this land for seasons. "I wonder what StarClan's lands are like," she mused aloud, for she had never been past the border, never quite taken an interest. "Perhaps I'll go this morning . . . If only there was no chance of running into him."
She sighed sadly, wishing her charge had not just passed away. If she had not caught GreenCough, and was still been alive, then Faithpaw wouldn't have a free morning. She would have been busy helping Morningfur, not standing around in the sun and thinking about Nightheart.
EVen after all those moons past, his name still made her petite figure cringe, shivering violently, her hackles bristle. He had been her everything, and her everything had been her destruction. After her death, Faithpaw had not bothered to watch him grow, instantly throwing herself into the duties of a true Angel. She didn't even know if he was still alive - how much time had passed by? - or if he was in StarClan. He had done evil deeds, broken laws and hurt cats . . .
"Snap out of it," she told herself strictly, jerking her thoughts away from the handsome tomcat.
I'm doing everything for the first time again;;
and without youu.xoxo*
[/glow]and without youu.xoxo*
The sun twinkled above in the jewel-blue sky, the rays casting their golden glow on rolling fields. A creek gurgled by, the water carrying downstream, and if one followed it far enough, would emerge at the StarClan-Angel border. Wildflowers dotted the meadows - poppies, daisies, violets, daffodils. Splashes of colour were bright against the pure green grass, each stalk glistening with dew that reflected back the brilliant yellow orb. The grass was soft underpaw, and a copse of trees grew in the nook of a valley. Their shadows were cool, inviting, and a perfect place to hunt; prey rustled through the undergrowth.
This was the Glowing Lands, the place of Angels.
The Angels were mighty creatures. A variety of felines, a variety of pelt colours, a variety of Clancats, all joined together in unison under the rule of Icegaze. It did not matter that they had been enemies in their mortal life, for even then they had all strived for peace and equality among the Clans. When they had passed on, they had risen above StarClan, reqruited by Icegaze to guard their descendents and help them along their path. It was a wondrous system.
On this sunny morning, cats mingled; some hunting, others sharing tongues and some just relaxing in the sunlight. Paths criss-crossed, and mews of greeting were exchanged between each. Many were getting ready to leave, to meet their charges, but many others had yet to be assigned. They waited for Sleepingsky to assign one to them; until then, they enjoyed themselves.
One feline in particular, a silver-tinged gray tabby, did not have much to do.
This truly was paradise, Faithpaw thought to herself as she padded along a trail. Her wings fluttered, each indivual feather a soft white that was supple, yet strong. Green eyes gazed around as she took in the rolling hills. Her curiousity and wonder never ceased to die, despite having been in this land for seasons. "I wonder what StarClan's lands are like," she mused aloud, for she had never been past the border, never quite taken an interest. "Perhaps I'll go this morning . . . If only there was no chance of running into him."
She sighed sadly, wishing her charge had not just passed away. If she had not caught GreenCough, and was still been alive, then Faithpaw wouldn't have a free morning. She would have been busy helping Morningfur, not standing around in the sun and thinking about Nightheart.
EVen after all those moons past, his name still made her petite figure cringe, shivering violently, her hackles bristle. He had been her everything, and her everything had been her destruction. After her death, Faithpaw had not bothered to watch him grow, instantly throwing herself into the duties of a true Angel. She didn't even know if he was still alive - how much time had passed by? - or if he was in StarClan. He had done evil deeds, broken laws and hurt cats . . .
"Snap out of it," she told herself strictly, jerking her thoughts away from the handsome tomcat.
