Post by coddle the infectionxxx on Jan 19, 2006 21:06:58 GMT -5
A white adn gold patched cat came racing down the river. He smashed into a rock, jarring his unconcious body. His limp, wet corpse sprawled out onto the narrow beach, and before long, his eyelids began to twitch.
His ember eyes opened, and he skillfully leaped to his feet. His eyes were wild wiht fear, determination, and scorn. He saw he was alone and took a deep breathe that ratteld in his chilled lungs.
As he leaped up the bank easily, his muscles were stiffer than usual, not moving wiht their usual oiled perfection. He shivered, but not from thei chiling winds taht bit at his cold skin, from teh threat. The threat of the world, and the fact he was not moving wiht ease.
Expirimentally he stretched, smiling ever so slightly when hsi old flexebility and agility began to return. His fur was drippign and wet, and he coughed. He began to pad off to the windclan cat, his stiff mucles and sopping long fur making hims wary.
to- Windclan Camp
His ember eyes opened, and he skillfully leaped to his feet. His eyes were wild wiht fear, determination, and scorn. He saw he was alone and took a deep breathe that ratteld in his chilled lungs.
As he leaped up the bank easily, his muscles were stiffer than usual, not moving wiht their usual oiled perfection. He shivered, but not from thei chiling winds taht bit at his cold skin, from teh threat. The threat of the world, and the fact he was not moving wiht ease.
Expirimentally he stretched, smiling ever so slightly when hsi old flexebility and agility began to return. His fur was drippign and wet, and he coughed. He began to pad off to the windclan cat, his stiff mucles and sopping long fur making hims wary.
to- Windclan Camp