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Post by [F]irekee on Oct 16, 2006 16:43:53 GMT -5
Saberpaw quietly watched the mouse struggle beneath his paw. He wondered what it was the mouse was thinking. Did it want to go free so it could continue it's life? Or did it long for the orange striped tom to finish it with one simple bite? Saberpaw sighed, sick of wondering things he would never know.
He moved his paw and let the mouse go free, watching it move like a small silver bullet to dissapear beneath a bush. His muscles bunched in frustration, why did everything always go away? His parents had gone away, so had his siblings. That Windclan cat also ran away. Did they all want the same thing? Did they all long for the breif sense of pain and then peace?
Saberpaw's thoughts took a new direction. What was death really? Did it tempt it's victims with tricks and lies? Or did it come to those who wanted it? Was it just some coward, or was it a comforting presence when needed most? Saberpaw lifted his paw to his mouth, examining it before sinking his long fangs into his own flesh.
His own paw blocked the yelp that grew in his throat. He pulled away quickly, watching as beads of blood appeared on his paw. He shook his paw and replaced it on the ground before him. He was afraid thatt he really would attempt to discover what death was like, and the thought of leaving everything that had become familiar was too much for the young tom.
For once in his life, Saberpaw longed for a comfort. Not the comfort that could be death, but a comfort that could last. His mother had been a comfort, but she was too far gone to ever be more then a disturbing memory.
ooc: There nothing wrong with me >.< ((Anyone??))
He moved his paw and let the mouse go free, watching it move like a small silver bullet to dissapear beneath a bush. His muscles bunched in frustration, why did everything always go away? His parents had gone away, so had his siblings. That Windclan cat also ran away. Did they all want the same thing? Did they all long for the breif sense of pain and then peace?
Saberpaw's thoughts took a new direction. What was death really? Did it tempt it's victims with tricks and lies? Or did it come to those who wanted it? Was it just some coward, or was it a comforting presence when needed most? Saberpaw lifted his paw to his mouth, examining it before sinking his long fangs into his own flesh.
His own paw blocked the yelp that grew in his throat. He pulled away quickly, watching as beads of blood appeared on his paw. He shook his paw and replaced it on the ground before him. He was afraid thatt he really would attempt to discover what death was like, and the thought of leaving everything that had become familiar was too much for the young tom.
For once in his life, Saberpaw longed for a comfort. Not the comfort that could be death, but a comfort that could last. His mother had been a comfort, but she was too far gone to ever be more then a disturbing memory.
ooc: There nothing wrong with me >.< ((Anyone??))
