Post by Flamefur on Apr 20, 2008 18:43:22 GMT -5
Flamefur sat and stared ahead. He was on a bright brown log on the small island in the Clan's Gathering Place. It was about moonhigh, so no one would question him. Other Riverclan cats should be asleep. He rose to his paws and slowly lapped up the dark blue water at the shore. It felt cool on his paws, and he loved the breeze on his back. Flamefur's blind eyes felt chilling bursts of water in them as he dove in, his fur soaking wet and looking like fire. He would wait for what was to come. Anything; a cat; a foe; a friend. The young cat sat and let the water swiftly drag his tail below the splashing currents. The gathering would come soon, and he would welcome the noise with open paws. He sat in silence to reflect how he was starting off very well in RiverClan and his leader already acknowledged the fact that he was loyal and brave, like her. And he would grow up in the warrior code as a faithful cat. His fur rustled in the gentle, cold breeze and his blind eyes closed. He awaited the sounds of life to come.