Post by flyaway on Jan 24, 2013 21:56:39 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,5,true][atrb=style, background-color:#d7d8c5; padding:10px; height:400px] [STYLE=padding-top:10px; background-color:#d7d8c5; width:350px; border-bottom:8px solid #54524e; font-size:18px; font-family:georgia; letter-spacing:-2px; text-align:center; line-height:14px; color:54524e;]SHUT YOUR MOUTH AND CLOSE THE DOOR[/style] [STYLE=background-color:#e4e6d1; width:338px; height:300px; font-size:10px; border:1px dotted #54524e; text-align:justify; padding:5px; overflow:auto; font-family:arial; color:#54524e]She was not in a particularly good mood. But then again, when was she ever? Her ears kept flicking back against her head. Her tail lashed against her back legs. She radiated annoyance. The reason was really quite simple and wholly justified. Her apprentice, Floepaw, had been neglecting her training. In other words, she simply didn’t show up. She seemed to have not a care in the world. That wouldn’t have bothered Cricketsong so much. She was used to being avoided. No, what really hurt was the talk from the other warriors. She listened in during the night when they thought she was asleep. There was no worse condolence than one of pity. They whispered, all attempting to sound heart-felt and caring. But she knew they were reveling in the gossip, loving every forbidden delicious moment. It was easy to be confident when you could pin the failures on someone else. And that someone, so often, was Cricketsong. She’d heard them whispering, snippets and rumors. One said they heard Talonstar was going to reassign Floepaw to a “more appropriate” mentor. Another had whispered with false fear that she had heard that Floepaw had been abused by her mentor. The rumors just got wilder and wilder. But the consensus was the same – she was an unfit mentor. Her tail lashed, her lips aching to twitch into a snarl. She was a perfect mentor. She was patient, strict and blunt. In their short sessions, Floepaw had made leaps and bounds in her training. And yet, somehow Cricketsong couldn’t even be given the recognition. It was just too much apparently, too much admiration to be given to her. Bitterness was as thick in her eyes as it was in her heart. It had built walls around her. Every time she tried to stretch out, all she hit was memories and regrets. That niggling thought came, the one that plagued her night and day. What if she just left? What if one day, the clan woke up, and she was gone? She was fairly certain no one would mourn. If anything, they would breathe a sigh of relief. She would be free. She would pursue what she had always dreamed – a simple life of solitude in the pursuit of truth and worldly understanding. She would rely on no one, form relationships with no one. She was solitary by nature, introverted, stand-offish. But where in a clan it was seen as abnormal, where it was resented. Alone she would be what she knew she was, she would live the life she knew she was meant to live. Because they all knew the truth, each and every one of them. She wasn’t meant to be a clan cat. She kneaded the soft dirt with her paws, endeavoring to push the thought away. She would never really leave, or at least imagined she wouldn’t, as much as she dreamed of being off on her own. She laid down, curling on herself in a patch of sun near the Elder’s Den. For now, all she could do was block it out. She would find the little things, those frail tethers that kept her connected to Riverclan, to any of the clans. It was funny, in a way. Those tethers were slowly snapping – faster than they could be restrung. Not many were left, and eventually they would be too weak to hold her back from simply floating away.[/style] template made by oxymoron! of back to neverland | [STYLE=width:200px; height:200px; background-color:#d7d8c5; border-right:8px solid #54524e; padding:5px; float:left] [/style][STYLE=width:200px; background-color:#d7d8c5; border-right:8px solid #54524e; float:left; font-size:15px; font-family:georgia; color:#54524e; line-height:15px; letter-spacing:-2px; padding:5px]569 words with grousefoot better table coming soon! [/style] |
