Post by kura on Jan 10, 2009 22:16:08 GMT -8
He knew freedom was where ever the wind lead him. Never to be taken in by humans. Nor paired with cats who lived in clans.
He knew the advantages to living in a clan, but his heart would never let him fully understand. He didn't want to have to feed others, to look after any one other then himself. He was a one clan cat.
Until he met her.
She was the most beautiful she-cat he had ever laid eyes on. Fur the color of orange flame, with black shadows streaked across her fur. Her eyes aglow like the morning sky. Her name was Tigerstripe. And she was a clan cat.
He tired his best to persuade her to leave with him. But she had loyalties and responsibilities that tied her to her clan. she refused to leave. So he became a clan cat. Giving up his name Free for the clan name Skyfrost.
But he gave up more then his name, he gave up his freedom, the freedom that had run threw the veins of all his blood before him.
Clan life was easy to adjust to, but he was never truly happy. He loved Tigerstripe with all his heart just as she loved him. But he knew he could not stay with the clan. The loyalties and responsibilities were chaining him to the earth in a whole new terrifying way.
He made plans to leave the clan, and on the night he planned to leave Tigerstripe came to him with the news that she was expecting kits. The new made him forget all about his plans about leaving. He was excited as any father would be.
But nothing except tragedy happened that night for Skyfrost.
Tigerstripe died giving birth. Many mourned for her and even more mourned for his loss.
His soul shriveled up and died that night, turning as cold as the winter winds. He coldly avoided his own kits, they resembled there mother to much.
And finally when he could take it no longer, Skyfrost left the clan. His soul leading him to the waiting jaws of a dog pack. His dieing words were a curse to all his future kin. "Your souls will be cursed will freedom, a freedom that will keep you alone. A freedom were there is no room for love."
His curse was true, and lived down threw his descendants. Each cold and distant, trapped in a clan when they wanted nothing more then to run free alone.
But slowly they have died, and now only one living descendant is left, who suffers like all the others before him. Scarpaw of Lightningclan.
He knew the advantages to living in a clan, but his heart would never let him fully understand. He didn't want to have to feed others, to look after any one other then himself. He was a one clan cat.
Until he met her.
She was the most beautiful she-cat he had ever laid eyes on. Fur the color of orange flame, with black shadows streaked across her fur. Her eyes aglow like the morning sky. Her name was Tigerstripe. And she was a clan cat.
He tired his best to persuade her to leave with him. But she had loyalties and responsibilities that tied her to her clan. she refused to leave. So he became a clan cat. Giving up his name Free for the clan name Skyfrost.
But he gave up more then his name, he gave up his freedom, the freedom that had run threw the veins of all his blood before him.
Clan life was easy to adjust to, but he was never truly happy. He loved Tigerstripe with all his heart just as she loved him. But he knew he could not stay with the clan. The loyalties and responsibilities were chaining him to the earth in a whole new terrifying way.
He made plans to leave the clan, and on the night he planned to leave Tigerstripe came to him with the news that she was expecting kits. The new made him forget all about his plans about leaving. He was excited as any father would be.
But nothing except tragedy happened that night for Skyfrost.
Tigerstripe died giving birth. Many mourned for her and even more mourned for his loss.
His soul shriveled up and died that night, turning as cold as the winter winds. He coldly avoided his own kits, they resembled there mother to much.
And finally when he could take it no longer, Skyfrost left the clan. His soul leading him to the waiting jaws of a dog pack. His dieing words were a curse to all his future kin. "Your souls will be cursed will freedom, a freedom that will keep you alone. A freedom were there is no room for love."
His curse was true, and lived down threw his descendants. Each cold and distant, trapped in a clan when they wanted nothing more then to run free alone.
But slowly they have died, and now only one living descendant is left, who suffers like all the others before him. Scarpaw of Lightningclan.
