Post by _)Misty-ith(_ on May 18, 2008 16:39:23 GMT -5
The winds whistled of the land. The ground was made of a red, dusty soil, like none that any Clan cat had seen before. And it was so..open. Almost to the point of making MinkStar extremely skittish.
But StarClan had taught her much, so she would not run away. Not now. She had nine lives, after all. The tan/light brownish she-cat still shivered despite the intense heat. She glanced around for shade, but there was nothing to give it.
The SpectrumClan leader crouched, trying to make herself as small as possible. Her pelt blended in almost perfectly with the strange terrain.
The land before her was filled with queer rock formations. and everything here was dry. No creatures stirred. They were all smart enough to stay underground, or somewhere else.
Suddenly, a great shadow cast MinkStar in shade. In her dream realm, it filled her with terror. In the real world, she would have nothing to fear from this shadow. But her, it made her start to run.
But every step she took seemed to bring the shadow closer to her. And then a sound rang out from the far off canyons that made MinkStar freeze, her heart held for a beat.
The SpectrumClan leader's feet turned to stone. she couldn't move. Any sound that she tried to make was stragnled and died in her throat. The sound that echoed through the dark day was a howl.
It was filled with malice and hatred. It was bloodthirsty. It wanted to kill her and the noise alone nearly did. Dogs were always something for a cat to fear, but these dogs seemed to be unnatural.
The dust and sand swirled at MinkStar's feet, rising quickly with the wind to form a tornado-like storm. and in the midst of it, the howling and barking began again, until it seemed to sweep toward her.
MinkStar's eyes widened to the point of saucers. Her pelt was bristling and she tried in vain to struggle from her grip of fear and shadow. Two white orbs blazed from the center of this dust storm.
"This is of what is to come.
A storm of dark, hatred, blood.
But the rain, the water, can wash it clear.
Rain, MinkStar.
Rain."
Minkstar woke with a jolt. A cold sweat had broken out in her sleep, and now she was drenched and uncomfortable. Shivering, trembling, she rose to her feet and staggered outside. Glad that no one else was up yet, the SpectrumClan leader gave her pelt a few quick licks and made her way done to the fresh-kill pile. there, she chose a thrush for herself and settled down to her meal.(Anyone)
But StarClan had taught her much, so she would not run away. Not now. She had nine lives, after all. The tan/light brownish she-cat still shivered despite the intense heat. She glanced around for shade, but there was nothing to give it.
The SpectrumClan leader crouched, trying to make herself as small as possible. Her pelt blended in almost perfectly with the strange terrain.
The land before her was filled with queer rock formations. and everything here was dry. No creatures stirred. They were all smart enough to stay underground, or somewhere else.
Suddenly, a great shadow cast MinkStar in shade. In her dream realm, it filled her with terror. In the real world, she would have nothing to fear from this shadow. But her, it made her start to run.
But every step she took seemed to bring the shadow closer to her. And then a sound rang out from the far off canyons that made MinkStar freeze, her heart held for a beat.
The SpectrumClan leader's feet turned to stone. she couldn't move. Any sound that she tried to make was stragnled and died in her throat. The sound that echoed through the dark day was a howl.
It was filled with malice and hatred. It was bloodthirsty. It wanted to kill her and the noise alone nearly did. Dogs were always something for a cat to fear, but these dogs seemed to be unnatural.
The dust and sand swirled at MinkStar's feet, rising quickly with the wind to form a tornado-like storm. and in the midst of it, the howling and barking began again, until it seemed to sweep toward her.
MinkStar's eyes widened to the point of saucers. Her pelt was bristling and she tried in vain to struggle from her grip of fear and shadow. Two white orbs blazed from the center of this dust storm.
"This is of what is to come.
A storm of dark, hatred, blood.
But the rain, the water, can wash it clear.
Rain, MinkStar.
Rain."
Minkstar woke with a jolt. A cold sweat had broken out in her sleep, and now she was drenched and uncomfortable. Shivering, trembling, she rose to her feet and staggered outside. Glad that no one else was up yet, the SpectrumClan leader gave her pelt a few quick licks and made her way done to the fresh-kill pile. there, she chose a thrush for herself and settled down to her meal.(Anyone)
