Post by Whitelight on Jun 22, 2015 19:29:30 GMT -8
A small body slipped out from the darkness of apprentice den. Whitepaw had been there far to long. The madness in the past had caused her training to stop and start again. She was well trained and very much ready to be a warrior, all she needed was a name. With that name she could finally become Lionclaw's official mate and at last they would be complete. Fate's strings seemed to be cruel, yet Whitepaw knew that those who watched above had a plan.
The small, tiny she-cat padded into the clearing and took a resting position in a patch of warm sunlight. It made her soft white and silver patched fur shine as if it were a bright star or the burning sun. Taking her small pink sandpaper tongue, she began to groom her fur. Whitepaw hoped to meet up with her lover this fine morning and maybe even bump into Storm if he wasn't to busy with his deputy duties.
So much had changed. The spinning cause that her father caused, the war of darkness, it all seemed to come to a halt. A peaceful stop. Whitepaw could only pray that the darkness she was warned about had passed and was gone. That she and her sister no longer had a destiny bound with the stars.
Whitepaw perked her white ear at the sound of paws tapping against the ground as they came her way. Raising her head from her self grooming, she looked upon the cat with bright icy blue eyes that seemed to hold their own pure light. A light that could lift any downed soul and spirit. With a cheerful and soothing voice, that was on the higher end, spoke to the approaching cat, "Good morning."
*Oh it's good to roleplay again! Anyone can join in, I beg someone to join in please.
The small, tiny she-cat padded into the clearing and took a resting position in a patch of warm sunlight. It made her soft white and silver patched fur shine as if it were a bright star or the burning sun. Taking her small pink sandpaper tongue, she began to groom her fur. Whitepaw hoped to meet up with her lover this fine morning and maybe even bump into Storm if he wasn't to busy with his deputy duties.
So much had changed. The spinning cause that her father caused, the war of darkness, it all seemed to come to a halt. A peaceful stop. Whitepaw could only pray that the darkness she was warned about had passed and was gone. That she and her sister no longer had a destiny bound with the stars.
Whitepaw perked her white ear at the sound of paws tapping against the ground as they came her way. Raising her head from her self grooming, she looked upon the cat with bright icy blue eyes that seemed to hold their own pure light. A light that could lift any downed soul and spirit. With a cheerful and soothing voice, that was on the higher end, spoke to the approaching cat, "Good morning."
*Oh it's good to roleplay again! Anyone can join in, I beg someone to join in please.