Staring.at.the.Sun

[. Mµ†è [kï±±ý]]

Imagine a forest in the summer, the sun shining overhead. Its golden rays slowly shafted through the trees of the forest, warming the ground underpaw. Birds flitted without noise, a silent motion of moving through the extending limbs of the trees. For as far as the eye could see all was a serene bliss, nothing seemed to be out of place. The grasses of the floor were baked a crisp emerald, fading to a cool brown at the tips. Slowly the sphere climbs higher in the sky, even the insects quiet in their holes and burrows.

Imagine a harp slowly being pulled, a melody of peace. Serenade of prosperity, a new life, perhaps. If you were to listen closely, you could hear a brook cascading its lifegiving waters about, gentling bubbling down from the mountain at an easy pace. A cool breeze picks up, slowly caressing the grasses, swaying them blissfully. You can see the sun rising higher still, warming your skin to a plesant degree. A smile touches your face as the blissful scene meets your eyes, a sigh pressing from your throat dreamily.

Now imagine the scene as a feline. Your pelt is a golden color, ears struck up with a slight inease about the silence that's fallen over the meadowlike clearing within the heart of the forest. The breeze tickles your fur, and eyes the shade of oak widen slightly, fearing for the most. Paws move with a languid gace from the underbrush of the outskirts upon the massive defoiled allotment. Stones painted a light colour of gray sit slightly offcenter in the sunbathed vicinity. The auric pelt of the feline moved prompty through the open space of the area, beige irises tightened as if expecting to be ambushed.

Once to the stones being heated nearconstantly by the sun's heating currents, the eyes seemed to loosen marginally. Muscles tense within the body became easy, languid again. Ears slowly rose from the skull. The eyes of the cat seemed to become dreamy and lazy as the cat took his place upon the rock, a yawn slowly stretching his body out upon the stones. Spine curled up, tail wrapping around the rear paws and nose as the feline curled up to dream away the afternoon. The noon was nigh once again peaceful, a relaxed, easy feeling muffling his growing concerns about his Clan after the move.

v a n i t y s t a r .

[Willowstar]

((My god, Vanitystar. This is beautiful writing.))

[. Mµ†è [kï±±ý]]

[Thanks Willow. I havn't been too active lately, and I had a scrap of muse left. Your more than welcome to reply.]

[Willowstar]

Forestflight padded warily into the clearing. "Vanitystar? Will this be our new camp?" The warrior's pads were soothed by the feeling of the shady undergrowth below the thick canopy above.