by Hopeflower » Fri Aug 31, 2007 11:40 pm
When the Clans had long since passed, a gray and black figure stirred in the snow. Green eyes opened, the black pupils narrowing to slits against the white glare of the ice. Slowly, the cat pushed herself into a sitting position, weak and alone. As though she had returned from the dead, Shadowstar stood and let out a soft mew. Her head hurt and she felt as though every bone in her body had been broken. She started padding along the trail the other cats had taken, her head lowered.
"Gotta have a little sadness once in a while so you know when the good times come."
"Talent is a pursued interest. In other words, anything that you're willing to practice, you can do." ~ Bob Ross
"The future is always uncertain and painful but it must be lived." ~ Unknown