Post by {{ vesper°° on Apr 12, 2011 21:40:45 GMT -5
After the yowl rang, Vesper darted off. Her mind rushed, but the young she-cat tried to level herself. She couldn’t be so illogical about this. Vesper would never be accepted if she continued to race around. Yet she couldn’t stop. She just couldn’t. It was impossible. Her adrenaline was high, like a speeding train racing to its certain peril. The idea that Ravenfeather was going to help the cats chase her out was ridiculous! Such betrayal was imaginable, yet highly unlikely. Never would he be that heartless.
The lean ebony she-cat paused as she reached the camp. So this was it. Her large golden eyes scanned the dens, each looking more inviting than the next. Vesper’s long elegant black legs shivered as a chilling gust of breeze hit her side. Then why was it empty, unstirred, forgotten? Had they left? She tried to recall any annual gatherings, but her simple knowledge of the clans came up short. They must be coming back sooner or later.
With a small breath of relief, she darted to the center. The afternoon light was dim, barely hitting the camp. Sundown was soon. Was this where they trained? What about hunting, did they hunt here too? Maybe there was another place nearby. Magical, as the older Loners had described it. Was Star Clan near? Vesper’s eyes lit in curiosity. Was this camp where Ravenfeather was given is Warrior name? She tried to recall the stories Littleflame had told her of the clans. Which clan had he belonged to, Thunder? No, Shadow Clan, she told herself. Her timid smile faltered. Then was this where she belonged? Was this not the place he had tried to take her to?
Suddenly, the strong scent of clan cat hit her. She wasn't alone, Queens were here too. Queens, Kits, Elders, they were all here. Why hadn't she realized? Her eyes searched the dens, but not watching eyes were found.
She scrambled to the side, taking long paced backward. Where was Echostar, was she here yet, could she ask? She stole a glance behind her, making sure Ravenfeather had not yet caught up. She would get to her before him.
The lean ebony she-cat paused as she reached the camp. So this was it. Her large golden eyes scanned the dens, each looking more inviting than the next. Vesper’s long elegant black legs shivered as a chilling gust of breeze hit her side. Then why was it empty, unstirred, forgotten? Had they left? She tried to recall any annual gatherings, but her simple knowledge of the clans came up short. They must be coming back sooner or later.
With a small breath of relief, she darted to the center. The afternoon light was dim, barely hitting the camp. Sundown was soon. Was this where they trained? What about hunting, did they hunt here too? Maybe there was another place nearby. Magical, as the older Loners had described it. Was Star Clan near? Vesper’s eyes lit in curiosity. Was this camp where Ravenfeather was given is Warrior name? She tried to recall the stories Littleflame had told her of the clans. Which clan had he belonged to, Thunder? No, Shadow Clan, she told herself. Her timid smile faltered. Then was this where she belonged? Was this not the place he had tried to take her to?
Suddenly, the strong scent of clan cat hit her. She wasn't alone, Queens were here too. Queens, Kits, Elders, they were all here. Why hadn't she realized? Her eyes searched the dens, but not watching eyes were found.
She scrambled to the side, taking long paced backward. Where was Echostar, was she here yet, could she ask? She stole a glance behind her, making sure Ravenfeather had not yet caught up. She would get to her before him.