Post by {.dancer.} on Aug 20, 2008 22:46:15 GMT -6
((Whee. Roleplaying.
And, by the way, this followed [Is.This]Saying.Hello[Really.Her?]))
Storm sat in front of his barn, staring at the ground, thinking.
The only movement he made was occasionally flicking the tip of his tail. Otherwise, he was completely still.
Brightstar...
He couldn't put his paw on it, but there was something weird going on in the Clans. Maybe she had just been distracted...
Or was it something bigger?
"You look troubled, my young friend."
An old she-cat had appeared in front of Storm. She tilted her head to one side, and blinked at him.
"What are the troubles that twist in your mind?"
Storm stared at the she-cat, confused.
"Who are you?"
The old cat batted the side of his head lightly with a paw. "You have met me before, young friend, but your mind is troubled and you have no doubt forgotten. I am Ghostwing."
Storm twitched his tail in rememberance. "Of course! Now I remember. Ghostwing. You're the one who gives advice?"
Ghostwing nodded slowly. "I can see clearly where some are blinded. I see the path through brambles that no warrior can claw through."
The tom paused for a moment, lost. He nodded slightly, confusion still ruling his expression.
"Well, my friend is acting really weird..."
"Did you ask her what clouds her mind?" Ghostwing stared at the tom, her blue eyes fixed on him.
"Um... no?" Storm ducked his head, feeling like a silly kit underneath the she-cat's brilliant gaze.
Ghostwing flicked him lightly with her tail. "And there lies your solution. Words are a mighty force indeed."
Rising, Ghostwing padded away, not even stopping to say good-bye.
Storm watched her go, and let out a long sigh. He was back where he started.
And, by the way, this followed [Is.This]Saying.Hello[Really.Her?]))
Storm sat in front of his barn, staring at the ground, thinking.
The only movement he made was occasionally flicking the tip of his tail. Otherwise, he was completely still.
Brightstar...
He couldn't put his paw on it, but there was something weird going on in the Clans. Maybe she had just been distracted...
Or was it something bigger?
"You look troubled, my young friend."
An old she-cat had appeared in front of Storm. She tilted her head to one side, and blinked at him.
"What are the troubles that twist in your mind?"
Storm stared at the she-cat, confused.
"Who are you?"
The old cat batted the side of his head lightly with a paw. "You have met me before, young friend, but your mind is troubled and you have no doubt forgotten. I am Ghostwing."
Storm twitched his tail in rememberance. "Of course! Now I remember. Ghostwing. You're the one who gives advice?"
Ghostwing nodded slowly. "I can see clearly where some are blinded. I see the path through brambles that no warrior can claw through."
The tom paused for a moment, lost. He nodded slightly, confusion still ruling his expression.
"Well, my friend is acting really weird..."
"Did you ask her what clouds her mind?" Ghostwing stared at the tom, her blue eyes fixed on him.
"Um... no?" Storm ducked his head, feeling like a silly kit underneath the she-cat's brilliant gaze.
Ghostwing flicked him lightly with her tail. "And there lies your solution. Words are a mighty force indeed."
Rising, Ghostwing padded away, not even stopping to say good-bye.
Storm watched her go, and let out a long sigh. He was back where he started.
