Post by broken on Feb 27, 2008 17:28:59 GMT -5
The sweet, almost inaudible gurgle that came forth from the stream filled the grass-covered land that surrounded it with calm and peace. Green plants grew in abundance near its banks, taking in the rich minerals that travelled along with the clear, flowing water. Fertile mud covered its shallow bed, inviting drifting plant seeds to rest in its comfortable earthlyness.
Destinedpaw sat by, watching the fresh, transparent liquid drift by. She was thinking yet again, thinking of the many things that were to be thought about.
"I wonder when this stream started coming down." Maybe it had wandered down the side of some steep mountain for many years, taking with it soil and rock. When it came upon smooth, flat ground, it continued its course, tracing deep grooves in the hard, sun-baked earth. And then it went on, forever and ever, until it reached that place that so many travelling cats speak about...the sea.
"But what about the sea? What if it does not even exist? What if it is just a myth, something to talk to the kits about and fill their small, imaginative minds with? I do not know. Those are a lot of what-ifs, and I do not trust them to give me answers."
Those were some of the things she thought of as she sat there, a dreamy look in her eyes, her muscles untensed and relaxed.
At first, she had come here to hunt. But, when seeing the quiet, whispering stream, a whole river of new thoughts roared into her mind. And she had gone on thinking, going from one topic to another with a simple phrase or word.
Destinedpaw sat by, watching the fresh, transparent liquid drift by. She was thinking yet again, thinking of the many things that were to be thought about.
"I wonder when this stream started coming down." Maybe it had wandered down the side of some steep mountain for many years, taking with it soil and rock. When it came upon smooth, flat ground, it continued its course, tracing deep grooves in the hard, sun-baked earth. And then it went on, forever and ever, until it reached that place that so many travelling cats speak about...the sea.
"But what about the sea? What if it does not even exist? What if it is just a myth, something to talk to the kits about and fill their small, imaginative minds with? I do not know. Those are a lot of what-ifs, and I do not trust them to give me answers."
Those were some of the things she thought of as she sat there, a dreamy look in her eyes, her muscles untensed and relaxed.
At first, she had come here to hunt. But, when seeing the quiet, whispering stream, a whole river of new thoughts roared into her mind. And she had gone on thinking, going from one topic to another with a simple phrase or word.
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