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Post by shadow on Sept 19, 2008 17:48:31 GMT -5
The day was dreary and it showed. A quiet gloom seemed to hang over the SwiftClan territories as the earth awaited the coming storm promised by a gloomy grey sky and winds that smelled of rain. The grasses, gorse and nettles growing over the hills spread out over SwiftClan moorlands whispered as the stormy winds combed through them like the invisible hands of a Twoleg. Nearly silent white paws carried the striking figure of an ivory tomcat as he strode across the terra. Leaf colored optics took in the storm-braced land before him with a calm, calculating gaze. Fur as soft as feathers ruffled slightly as a damp breeze rushed past, in a hurry to reach the ends of the world, wherever that may be. The tom towered over the undergrowth around his long lean legs, narrowly built and his feathery fur hiding his true power.
His name suited him, Tallcloud. He was taller than some cats and his fur reminded everyone of a cloud. Glancing up at the sky the solemn-faced tom was reminded of not his own name but that of his sister Galekit, a light grey she-kit that had died too early for his liking. His whole family had died too young and that knowledge weighed heavily on his heart. Dark thoughts for a dark day and a gloomy heart for gloomy skies. It seemed Mother Nature decided to mirror his moods today as he stalked across the hilly moorland territory that SwiftClan cats loved and protected with their very lives.
Padding toward a small, narrow brook that rippled between two steeper hills, Tallcloud looked down at his reflection. A long but handsome white face lit with bright moss eyes looked back at him with an icy expression in place. Sitting back on his haunches, Tallcloud folded his long hind legs under himself and sat beside the rippling brook, watching his reflection distort as the water continued on its time-worn path. He barely noticed when the rippling became not only motion but also the rhythmic fall of raindrops onto the mirror-like surface.
As the gorse rustled noisily behind him, Tallcloud didn't even look up, betting the next starling he caught that it was one of his clanmates come to pester him or the deputy telling him he had to go on or lead a patrol into the late hours of the night when the storm would just be getting good. Ah the annoyances of clan living.
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