Post by Frost on Jul 1, 2009 11:08:30 GMT -8
The darkness hid the tomcat well, which he found that he liked. Not because he was a coward, but because he had a notion that night brought many dangers. The darker it was, the better his tabby pelt blended in with the surroundings. He looked up, through the dense canopy he could clearly see an infinite number of stars casting light into the night. Those are my ancestors... he thought. And with this thought came a strong pang of heart ache. I bet she's up there too... He had loved her so much, he had never thought that she would leave. She was his mate, and when she went to join the ranks of her ancestors, she had been carrying their kits. She never got to be a queen, and he never got to be a proud father...
His mood turned suddenly melancholy, as it often did when he thought of her. His brilliant eyes which gave him his name, Crimson, only showed pain for his loss. He did not want to continue on his journey tonight. So instead, he found a soft nest of pine needles and plopped down. Sleep didn't find him too easily, but when it did, he dreamed.
Crimson.... A voice as soft as a gentle mid greenleaf breeze whispered. He stirred, but didn't wake. Crimson, my love... Please, I need to tell you something... the voice was urgent, but still so soft. Almost like a song. This time Crimson came around, he opened his eyes and jerked up, realizing who the voice belonged to.
"Fern..? Fern is that you?" He whispered, excitement creeping up on him.
Yes, Crimson. I have to tell you something... something important... I need... some-- the voice faded, becoming only a soft breeze. The dark tabby tom looked around, confused. He had heard his mate.. had heard her urgent voice. Where did she go?
Almost within the same instant of her fading away, Crimson was hurling himself through the forrest. Surely she was here somewhere, right?
He awoke with a jolt.
"A.. whaa..?" Crimson meowed groggily, he hadn't realized that everything that just happened had been but a dream. "Fern...?" He blinked a few times, still not fully awake. His surrounding came into focus, and he let out a heavy sigh. Just a dream...
His mood turned suddenly melancholy, as it often did when he thought of her. His brilliant eyes which gave him his name, Crimson, only showed pain for his loss. He did not want to continue on his journey tonight. So instead, he found a soft nest of pine needles and plopped down. Sleep didn't find him too easily, but when it did, he dreamed.
Crimson.... A voice as soft as a gentle mid greenleaf breeze whispered. He stirred, but didn't wake. Crimson, my love... Please, I need to tell you something... the voice was urgent, but still so soft. Almost like a song. This time Crimson came around, he opened his eyes and jerked up, realizing who the voice belonged to.
"Fern..? Fern is that you?" He whispered, excitement creeping up on him.
Yes, Crimson. I have to tell you something... something important... I need... some-- the voice faded, becoming only a soft breeze. The dark tabby tom looked around, confused. He had heard his mate.. had heard her urgent voice. Where did she go?
Almost within the same instant of her fading away, Crimson was hurling himself through the forrest. Surely she was here somewhere, right?
He awoke with a jolt.
"A.. whaa..?" Crimson meowed groggily, he hadn't realized that everything that just happened had been but a dream. "Fern...?" He blinked a few times, still not fully awake. His surrounding came into focus, and he let out a heavy sigh. Just a dream...