Post by Charlie on Oct 25, 2009 8:19:12 GMT -5
Willow Moon sighed as she felt the continuous dark coolness on her thick pelt. She had not felt the warmth of the sun from the ground on her shivering paws in a... a... how long had it been now? At least a couple days. But, it had felt like a moon. She remembered her brief talk with Rock, the almost furless old cat whom Willow met in the cave. The cave. It was in this dark, cold place with the stream running through it, that she had picked a tunnel. Of course, she couldn't see if any of the tunnels started sloping upward, but after hearing a scrape of Rock's claw on the stick, she chose one at random. It seemed to have a fresh scent wafting from it. As she padded silently down the long underground area, she brushed her tail against the rock wall now and again. Although she had no doubts that she would run into any hard, flat surfaces that would send her careening back, most likely into another wall, she seemed to draw reassurance from it, trying to push away the lingering feeling that she could just take a wrong turn and get lost in the everlasting darkness. But, for her, the Darkness didn't end in the tunnels. Soon her attention jerked to the fresh scent of air flowing toward her. Fresh moor-land scent. Yes! She padded off into the tunnel, trying desperately to find the end of this interminable labyrinth.
"Mrroowwwwwww!!" Her yowl echoed through the as Willow's paw slipped through a crack in the rock floor of the tunnel. Knowing that it would hurt much more if she kept it in there, the young sharp-claw's paw was yanked out. It wasn't when Willow had just became a sharp-claw, it was actually many moons later, after she had left the group She lived in because of the enormous guilt of her father’s death. She was doing one of her favorite past-times, exploring and trying to understand the strange maze she almost died in. She knew that she was near the tunnel that ends at the moorlands. If she turned around, she would eventually end up in Rock’s cave again.
"Mrroowwwwwww!!" Her yowl echoed through the as Willow's paw slipped through a crack in the rock floor of the tunnel. Knowing that it would hurt much more if she kept it in there, the young sharp-claw's paw was yanked out. It wasn't when Willow had just became a sharp-claw, it was actually many moons later, after she had left the group She lived in because of the enormous guilt of her father’s death. She was doing one of her favorite past-times, exploring and trying to understand the strange maze she almost died in. She knew that she was near the tunnel that ends at the moorlands. If she turned around, she would eventually end up in Rock’s cave again.
So she continued forward.
