Post by .:Shadow:. on Sept 15, 2007 19:12:53 GMT -5
Shadepaw lay in the dully lit den, her blue eyes distant. It had been five days since she was taken by Furyclan. Five days away from her father. Five days in the small bramble lined den. She sighed.
The den was rather uninviting. It's walls were made of bramble. It was small, scarcley large enough for a full grown warrior to stand at their full height, although this made Shadepaw pleased she was just a short apprentice. The Medicine cat, Rain, had given her some moss to make a nest in, though Shadepaw hadn't. She just kept hoping she wouldn't have to, that at any moment Dustfoot's head would appear through the bramble enterance and tell her she was going home. But her hope was growing dimmer with each day that passed.
She twitched her paw as a fly landed on it, and the pain cut through her trail of thought. It still hurt to move her paw. Shadepaw drew it closer and looked at it. It did look better then it did the first day she came into Furyclan camp, though it was still swollen and red. She lowered it slowly to the ground, not wanting to look at it. With another sigh, she resumed staring out of the small enterance, as though her stare could speed up her fathers arrivel. Perhaps they weren't coming. Perhaps Treeclan, or worse, Dustfoot had abandoned her.
The den was rather uninviting. It's walls were made of bramble. It was small, scarcley large enough for a full grown warrior to stand at their full height, although this made Shadepaw pleased she was just a short apprentice. The Medicine cat, Rain, had given her some moss to make a nest in, though Shadepaw hadn't. She just kept hoping she wouldn't have to, that at any moment Dustfoot's head would appear through the bramble enterance and tell her she was going home. But her hope was growing dimmer with each day that passed.
She twitched her paw as a fly landed on it, and the pain cut through her trail of thought. It still hurt to move her paw. Shadepaw drew it closer and looked at it. It did look better then it did the first day she came into Furyclan camp, though it was still swollen and red. She lowered it slowly to the ground, not wanting to look at it. With another sigh, she resumed staring out of the small enterance, as though her stare could speed up her fathers arrivel. Perhaps they weren't coming. Perhaps Treeclan, or worse, Dustfoot had abandoned her.
