by MillietheWarrior » 04/04/2014 12:27 AM
His gaze was warm as he beheld her, and bent forward, touching his nose to hers softly. A tingly warmth spread throughout her body, and the aches and pains were gone. She found that she could move her paws, and her legs no longer felt like lead. She gazed up at the unfamiliar cat to thank him for his trouble, but there was no warmth in his eyes this time; instead, there lingered a grave sorrow, one that chilled Bearpaw to the bone.
He opened his mouth, and she expected his voice to be gentle, and beautiful, just like he was. But instead, a harsh rasp, barely a whisper flickered in the air. Bearpaw drew her head back, looking confused as he spoke.
"Though many will walk this path, only some shall return. Sometimes one must look to see what is not there. Find what lies beneath the underneath. What lies ahead, now what lies behind. Eyes that once saw so clearly, have become clouded. Many paws shall stray, and the stars shall fall from the heavens. Beware what lurks in the heart of darkness. Not everyone can be saved."
I love adventurous tales like that. That uplifting feeling that comes from seeing unknown lands and the knowledge that you came across—nothing can replace it! It opens a path from which self-confidence, experience, and important friendships—from the sharing of life or death situations—are born! But hearing it just isn’t the same. I want to create my own magnificent story!
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