the rippling river.... {open}

[♫ [.nighty.]]

OOC: I'll try to make a good post. -shrugs-

Strawberrypaw padded from the ShoreClan camp to the Western Riverbank, her pale cream silouhette just a faint outline against the sunset. The light colored feline stopped at the foaming mouth of the River, and dipped her paws in, feeling the cold water embrace it. What did it remind her of?

Your housefolk.

A voice whispered, deep inside.

No!

Strawberrypaw remembered the small blanket she had when she had lived with Twolegs, now it had embraced her. She sighed, drew her soaked paws out of the water, and studied them.

Would I really give up ShoreClan for my old life?

A thought slid into her head. Strawberrypaw tried not to sigh again.

You would, right?

Guilt stabbed Strawberrypaw, as hard as a shard poking her heart and coming out the other side. She winced, feeling the pain herself. Silent, Strawberrypaw finally looked at the rippling water. Her pale face reflected faintly before it was lost in the racing waters. The pink streaked sky of sunset was being painted far above Strawberrypaw's head. She ignored the weak sun's rays, directly in her face, until her eyes watered and her face burned.
The ripping riverwater was slowing down now, but still the young apprentice was unsettled.

"I . . . " she whispered to herself. Would she say it? No. Please, no. "I . . . I miss my old life."

No!

How could she have said it? Strawberrypaw was a ShoreClan apprentice now, Nightfrost's apprentice, and she could become a warrior if she trained hard enough.

You haven't, Strawberrypaw.

I know.

Tears glistened in her eyes and she blinked them away.

I'm going to hunt for the Clan.

She told herself finally, and, dragging herself to her paws, was swallowed by the gorse.

[shadow]

Pepperleaf left the camp behind and walked toward the western river bank. Maybe I'll find her today. He thought cheerfully but found that there was a hint of doubt in his mind. He had been searching for moons for a cat that probably didn't even exist. Where are you? He asked in a whisper.
He heard something from up ahead and hope raised in him. The words seemed to be weird though. He stopped and drew the air over his scent glands hoping to pick up the familiar smell. It wasn't hers but it was a Shoreclan cat. He moved toward were the voice came from. Hello... He was cut short when he ran right into an apprentice. Sorry. I didn't see you there. He looked into the pale cream she-cat he had ran into.
Disappointment flashed in his blue eyes for a split second but it was replaced by a caring stair. It's okay to miss your old life. But you have to choose between it and Clan life. You might want to get things figured out before you're made a warrior. He hoped the small she-cat wouldn't think that he was listening to her on purpose. She was pretty but he had mistaken her for the cat he was looking for. Do I really want to find her that much? His eyes drifted off, looking past the cream colored apprentice and into the grouse that was between him and the river. His black, white, and gray spotted pelt hid him in the sunset light. His eyes drifted over the she-cat standing in front of him. Do you want to go hunting with me? Or would you rather go alone? You probably wouldn't want to go with a strange cat like me. Right? Had he really asked this cat to go hunting? Maybe some hunting will take my mind away from her. I wonder if this cat was alone or if she was talking to someone. Should I ask her? He thought and looked at the ground for a while.
Then looking back up, he asked Where you alone? Or was there another cat there? He didn't know what he wanted to hear the answer or not. If there really was another cat would it be the one he had been looking for? Or would it just be another cat?