Post by .::Perish&Pelcan::. on May 11, 2007 18:10:58 GMT -5
Parishingsoul approached Blackrock. His pelt shined, stunningly as he walked, his muslces rippled from beneath his pelt. His paws steps were long and sturdy, even though he was just at a slow walk. Gulping the air, Parishingsoul hadn't been leader yet, so there was a dropt of wonder, and doubt nudged deep within him. Would StarClan accept the apprentice he was about to name, he wouldn't know... Glancing around, Parishingsoul could feel the sun creating heat that danced inside of his body. There had been along time of to much heat, and the clan was starting to become anxious, but Parishinsoul was confident that the small drougt would pass over soon enough, even though he hated every moment of being outside. Gracefully, Parishingsoul tensed his muslces, his orange pelt rippled making what look like orange waves of fur ran over his body. He jumped the first rock, breathing slowly. He still had enough breath to last, although he usually didn't, from the drought. The sun drained his energy unnoticingly until it had taken to much. He launched himself into the air for a second time, landing on a brownish/blackish rock, the second rock, higher then the first. 'One more.' He thought. This was his first cermony, his first, and his camp seemed lifeless, abondoned, and deserted. ShadowClan's deputy recently passed away so there was no deputy, and Parishingsoul didn't know anyone so far that could take the deputy's place. //Probaly because I only have two ShadowClan member, counting me!// Climbing the last rock, he shivered. Blackrock was unusally cool, its outside was smoother then most rocks and it was about four rabbit hops wide and five rabbit hops long. It was tilted downward torward the south just a bit, and it was free of dirt, and dust. He remembered dreaming about being able to step on blackrock when Parishingsoul was just a little kit. Now... if StarClan accepted Parishingsoul as ShadowClan's leader, he would be stepping on it a lot more, and kits would be dreaming of being him, and he would be able to feel the cold in droughts like this one.
"All cats old enough to hunt for their prey, join for a ShadowClan meeting undeer Blackrock."
The words came out of Parishingsoul's mouth sturdy and hard. He surpizingly remembered them all, but the call just came out naturally, like he'd done it many times before.
"All cats old enough to hunt for their prey, join for a ShadowClan meeting undeer Blackrock."
The words came out of Parishingsoul's mouth sturdy and hard. He surpizingly remembered them all, but the call just came out naturally, like he'd done it many times before.