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( ✿ ) it’s a clear morning in the pines, sunlight dappling gently over the earthen ground that has begun to be obscured by falling needles. they soften her pawsteps as the rain-gray feline pads from her den, tabby pelt rippling in a cool breeze. dual-hued eyes glimmer in the early morning sunlight as it burns off the mist of the dawn, and stormpaw will arch her head gently to the sky. above, in the great crystal expanse, shadows move, loud cries alerting the girl to new companions. a soft smile graces the white-dappled maw, though tufted ears twitch at the harsh calls of the birds.
a flock of geese, an animal known for their vicious lack of elegance, soars above with a surprising grace. they are only soft shapes in the sky, forming a V with what she imagines is their leader at the front. flying across the wilderness of skyclan’s forest, the geese’s cries break the soft murmur of voices within camp, cutting through with a cold, clear call. it’s a beautiful sight, one stormpaw has never seen before, but she remembers elders’ tales of these warm-weather creatures, who now begin their long migration away from the cold. how odd that they know when to move, spurred on perhaps by the arrival of twolegs, or, more likely, some wild instinct that has not yet graced their fellow creatures.
across the river in riverclan’s territory, the leaves are still green on the willows, their elegant branches not yet stark against a frosty sky. over in the oaks and maples of thunderclan, the barest bit of yellow and orange has invaded the verdancy of their leaves. green-leaf is not yet gone completely, but the geese know. they can tell that the cold is coming. she admires this foresight, thinks of the foretold creeping chill of snow-fall. a springtime child, she has never experienced such hardship, but the tales of the winters haunt her mind as she watches the birds soar on.
a flock of geese, an animal known for their vicious lack of elegance, soars above with a surprising grace. they are only soft shapes in the sky, forming a V with what she imagines is their leader at the front. flying across the wilderness of skyclan’s forest, the geese’s cries break the soft murmur of voices within camp, cutting through with a cold, clear call. it’s a beautiful sight, one stormpaw has never seen before, but she remembers elders’ tales of these warm-weather creatures, who now begin their long migration away from the cold. how odd that they know when to move, spurred on perhaps by the arrival of twolegs, or, more likely, some wild instinct that has not yet graced their fellow creatures.
across the river in riverclan’s territory, the leaves are still green on the willows, their elegant branches not yet stark against a frosty sky. over in the oaks and maples of thunderclan, the barest bit of yellow and orange has invaded the verdancy of their leaves. green-leaf is not yet gone completely, but the geese know. they can tell that the cold is coming. she admires this foresight, thinks of the foretold creeping chill of snow-fall. a springtime child, she has never experienced such hardship, but the tales of the winters haunt her mind as she watches the birds soar on.
- // "#758ba4" a casual rta for stormy girl. happy autumn lovelies! take a minute to read this poem xoxo.
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STORMPAW ✿ SHE / HER, APPRENTICE OF SKYCLAN. MENTORED BY LUPINESONG. SISTER TO RICEPAW, DOGWOODPAW. 8 MOONS OLD, PENNED BY LAVS
blue tabby with low white and blue/green heterochromia a long-furred blue feline with darker blue curling stripes that splash across her chest, flanks and tail. white floods the fur around her neck, the tip of her tail, stomach, and paws. dual hued eyes of sky and forest make her pretty in an innocent way, and her body is small and lithe, although her fluffy fur makes her look larger.
