Post by Silvercloud on Jan 10, 2009 9:26:24 GMT -5
"No!!!!!" The color began to fade and he was thrown into an inky black abyss once more. It had all just been another nightmare. Startling blue eyes were unveiled slowly as snow white lids lifted away. Icepaw made no other movements to move. He just lay there and listened.
A study drip reached his large ears. It must have rained or the snow was melting. A puddle had to have formed just outside the den close to where he lay in the rear of the den. The noise of sleeping cats thundered in his ears. No cat it seemed had heard his cries of terror. If they had they weren't bothering him about it yet. The camp outside was quiet and still. The air was chilly and a slight breeze was blowing.
It was just before dawn. Again. The first pale rays of the sun would soon be stabbing at the blanket of darkness that engulfed the lake. The dawn patrol would soon be preparing to depart. Any minute now a warrior would be sticking his head in the den, calling out the names of the apprentices who would be joining them.
Icepaw slowly released a sigh and he began pushing himself into a sitting position. What would his excuse be today? Bellyache? Perhaps.Whitecough? No! He would never be able to keep showing the signs and symptoms. Besides Cedarclaw would be watching him closely. Fever? How would he know that he even had one? Aches and pains from training? Not again. He had already missed 2 days. Coughing fit? Already did. Cracked pads? Maybe. Headache? Hmmm.
Well it was down toCracked pads, Headache and bellyache. No cracked pads, maybe later. Bellyache, that would be today’s. With that being over he began to groom himself, starting with his tail.
Slowly his pink tongue lapped at the arctic white fur on his tail, smoothing it down and removing various debris that his thick and long pelt had trapped and attracted. He began to mule over how sever should he make it? How am I going to leave camp today so that I can practice in peace?
Icepaw finished his tail and moved on to a forepaw. He picked clean his claws. With that paw he licked it again and groomed his ears and head. Satisfied he moved on to the other forepaw, shifting his weight as he raised it to his face.
Finished he balanced his weight evenly and his lips curled back in disgust. A vile taste filled his mouth and it burned his tongue, what on earth had he been through?! He spat and tried scraping the foul substance from his tongue. He felt nauseated and bile had risen in his throat. He didn't really want to be sick. Being sick was just miserable.
Icepaw knew he wasn't done, but who cared? He stood up and began vigorously shaking. Scraps of moss and bedding flew through the air. This would have to do. He could feel his fur was sticking up in various directions and angles. What did he care, it would fix itself eventually. So what that he now looked rather mouse brained. Let them laugh.
Icepaw began to stretch his limbs. Slowly at first and not very far either. He repeated the process, stretching farther and farther every time. He then arched his back and then he lengthened himself as far as possible. Energy coursed through his muscles. They were tense and burned to be put to work. His whole body itched to run and to train. No, he would not train today with his mentor, He would train later, by himself.
He would slip out of the dirtplace tunnel and into the forest. He would travel swiftly to the abandoned two-leg place. There he could train in peace.
Training had become a hardship for him ever since he had lost his vision. He was slow and unbalanced. Confused and he couldn't do anything right it seemed. He had been making quick progress before, but now he was barely moving along at all. What was his excuse for his all of a sudden stop? Various things. He needed something long term so that no cat would become suspicious of him. Wasn't it already becoming to late?
If only he could stop the sun from rising; Ice thought dazedly as he seated himself again. Then the lake would be plunged into night forever, and no cat would question him. Everyone would lose their sight, like he had and he had the advantage. Lightening and other lights would hurt their sensitive eyes, not his though. He would become the greatest warrior ever. But no it was just a foolish plan and StarClan had cursed him. Why him? No cat could stop the sun; it would just come just as it had forever. Here comes the sun and with it light. With that he would have to hide his secret, until the cover of darkness came once more.
A study drip reached his large ears. It must have rained or the snow was melting. A puddle had to have formed just outside the den close to where he lay in the rear of the den. The noise of sleeping cats thundered in his ears. No cat it seemed had heard his cries of terror. If they had they weren't bothering him about it yet. The camp outside was quiet and still. The air was chilly and a slight breeze was blowing.
It was just before dawn. Again. The first pale rays of the sun would soon be stabbing at the blanket of darkness that engulfed the lake. The dawn patrol would soon be preparing to depart. Any minute now a warrior would be sticking his head in the den, calling out the names of the apprentices who would be joining them.
Icepaw slowly released a sigh and he began pushing himself into a sitting position. What would his excuse be today? Bellyache? Perhaps.
Well it was down to
Slowly his pink tongue lapped at the arctic white fur on his tail, smoothing it down and removing various debris that his thick and long pelt had trapped and attracted. He began to mule over how sever should he make it? How am I going to leave camp today so that I can practice in peace?
Icepaw finished his tail and moved on to a forepaw. He picked clean his claws. With that paw he licked it again and groomed his ears and head. Satisfied he moved on to the other forepaw, shifting his weight as he raised it to his face.
Finished he balanced his weight evenly and his lips curled back in disgust. A vile taste filled his mouth and it burned his tongue, what on earth had he been through?! He spat and tried scraping the foul substance from his tongue. He felt nauseated and bile had risen in his throat. He didn't really want to be sick. Being sick was just miserable.
Icepaw knew he wasn't done, but who cared? He stood up and began vigorously shaking. Scraps of moss and bedding flew through the air. This would have to do. He could feel his fur was sticking up in various directions and angles. What did he care, it would fix itself eventually. So what that he now looked rather mouse brained. Let them laugh.
Icepaw began to stretch his limbs. Slowly at first and not very far either. He repeated the process, stretching farther and farther every time. He then arched his back and then he lengthened himself as far as possible. Energy coursed through his muscles. They were tense and burned to be put to work. His whole body itched to run and to train. No, he would not train today with his mentor, He would train later, by himself.
He would slip out of the dirtplace tunnel and into the forest. He would travel swiftly to the abandoned two-leg place. There he could train in peace.
Training had become a hardship for him ever since he had lost his vision. He was slow and unbalanced. Confused and he couldn't do anything right it seemed. He had been making quick progress before, but now he was barely moving along at all. What was his excuse for his all of a sudden stop? Various things. He needed something long term so that no cat would become suspicious of him. Wasn't it already becoming to late?
If only he could stop the sun from rising; Ice thought dazedly as he seated himself again. Then the lake would be plunged into night forever, and no cat would question him. Everyone would lose their sight, like he had and he had the advantage. Lightening and other lights would hurt their sensitive eyes, not his though. He would become the greatest warrior ever. But no it was just a foolish plan and StarClan had cursed him. Why him? No cat could stop the sun; it would just come just as it had forever. Here comes the sun and with it light. With that he would have to hide his secret, until the cover of darkness came once more.
