Post by wolfy on Feb 29, 2008 23:06:48 GMT -5
r e m e m b e r where you
[/i] came[/b] from, r e m e m b e r [/color]don't you
She sat in the water, rejected, her head hung below her shoulder blades in an ungraceful, dirty way. The strong tortoise-shell spots on her back shifted as the irritated water of the stream circled around her as if she was the one holding up traffic on the highway. She felt the glares of them on her shoulders and closed her eyes. The usual pain. It seemed like a medicine cat's prescription, pain, once a day for the rest of your life. It's not like she could avoid it anyway. It seemed to come naturally as the moons passed. Wolfheart waited for it like a special guest, opening the door at the right time to greet it and welcome it in. If only it came that peacefully. More like claws to your stomach actually.
The she-cat opened her eyes slightly, remembering the footprints that were somewhere buried in the soil from when she arrived. It was exactly here that she drank, that she changed her life. Green eyes swiveled lazily around the blades of grass, an essence of 'losing-the-will-to-live' about them. cuts of pupil dilated as they looked briefly to the shine from the blinded sun on the water's edge. A bump alerted her slightly, and the she-cat raised her head only to see a passing fish scowl at her and swim bluntly past.She could hear it swearing at her, damning her to the fires of hell itself. Well, too late little fish. Wolfheart was already there.
Surprisingly, she managed a weak smile, slapped with smugness. She liked that fish. It reminded her of that tom she once knew, but dared not to speak his name. Opening up new wounds was the last thing she wanted to do, especially since she had to be ready to change her mood as soon as another cat came. But that was always the hardest part. Wolfheart doesn't make friends easily as well as she used to. Some might says she's picky, even with the people she loves the most if they're around her for very long she gets irritated with their every move. It's a weakness, you might say. Or an advantage if the situation is bad.
She could hear it now in her own words to the male she loved;
I'm sick of you, so I'll kill you now, alright?
Basically, that's how she felt. About everything at the moment, actually.
Inside, Wolfheart wanted someone to come and cheer her up; to rescue her from these waters that she's disintegrating in.
Admit it? Never.
get B A C K to where you
[/i] B E L O N G..![/right][/color][/sub]