Post by breezerun on Jul 23, 2009 16:19:38 GMT -5
breezerun
"gentle droplets of dew splashed up against the reluctant fur of the trotting black-pelted feline. he was on his way to his favorite spot, a place secluded from the rest of the forest, a place where he could think and contemplate the meaning of his own life, as well as the life of others. nobody had ventured this far out in the forest yet, for brookclan had just arrived here in the new forest. of course, they hadn't revealed themselves to the other three clans yet, after what fernstar did. he didn't blame them if they wouldn't forgive his clan for his old leader's ways. he had followed them in the beginning, when he was a young, new warrior. breezerun didn't realize the things that others did...how having the foxes around was different, how it was a bad thing. he knew that it was hard to live during that time of life, but also didn't realize that the foxes hadn't always been there. his dark charcoal pelt fluttered in the wind, and long strands of fur were constantly getting in his eyes. breezerun let his paws mold into the grasses of the forest as he came to the top of the hill. the view was unmistakable, and he knew he was where he wanted to be. a kind of pulse came from this area, drawing him into the mountain itself, and he longed to let go of the world as he knew it and plunge into it. letting out a soft sigh, breezerun sat down at the top of the cliff and closed his eyes. he had seen the view plenty of times, but the thing he wanted to discover today was why he was always urged to come here from his subconscious. a little part of breezerun's past self always called out to him at night and told him to get away, to break away from structured life and come to the hill. it was a place of sanctuary for him, and as he closed his dark eyelids to cover his bright blue orbs, he felt it again.
it soaked through his long-haired black pelt, right down through his muscular core and into his very soul. it was a pleasurable feeling: the feeling of silence just before a tempest. he breathed in deeply, and let it absorb into his heart. breezerun didn't open his eyes, and let the experience massage his mind. flashes of his past: being born into a loveless family, where he wasn't wanted, and growing up with brookclan by his side enveloped him, and made his mind go numb...
"breezekit, what do you think you are doing?" he hadn't been doing anything wrong. breezekit never did anything wrong. the tiny kit looked up at the memory of his mother, jadewhisker, and crouched backward cowardly. he was honestly terrified of his mother, because he knew deep down that he was a mistake. jadewhisker had never wanted him, and neither did his father, harestep. slinking back to the nursery, breezekit laid down in the corner and tried to push back the bad dreams. harestep never even gave breezekit the time of day, and didn't even care for his kit. he acted like breezekit wasn't even there, like he was unimportant.
it had lasted through his whole time as an apprentice. that was, until jadewhisker died in one of the battles back in the old forest. he couldn't help feeling sorry for her, but then again, he felt like a hole in him was now fulfilled. it was like he was allowed to do things now that he hadn't done before. the restraints left him with the death of his overly protective and mostly evil mother. as an apprentice he tried his best, but he wasn't really the "athletic" type. fernstar gave him a good mentor, and he learned quickly. but his awkward body and clunky paws didn't mesh well with his mind. things had always gone downhill for breezepaw.
then there was the journey to a new home. fernstar had died. swiftclaw took over. they were alone in the world, and were losing clan values. things were slipping away. the memory washed over him like a storm, hard pelting rain that didn't seem to stop. but then they reached the new forest. a sanctuary. well, until they found that the other clans were here...
flashing back from his memory, breezerun opened his eyes and looked up at the forest expand in front of him under the rising sun. it was beautiful, and he dropped his bad memories of a forgotten life he had tried his best to live in. he hadn't had a very eventful life time, but was still cultured like the rest of the brookclan cats. they had gone through a lot together, and had lost so much. gazing out at the forest again, splashes of pinks and rays of sun streaked the streams and trees that sat under the cliff. it enlightened him, and gave him hope every day as he came out here to the hill and watched. he didn't move, didn't try to do anything except live. and that was his new goal since the clan moved here. to live."
