Post by VALACIE on Feb 10, 2012 15:50:19 GMT -5
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| [atrb=background,http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i248/Rapta/scab2-1.png] [scrolly:h(320),w(400),sy] Scab lowered herself into the icy water of the rushing stream. Clear water flowed through her thick fur carrying away dirt and grime, revealing the brilliant orange tint and bold black stripes. For once her fur was thick and healthy, the skin underneath free of marring scabs and scratches. She'd worked hard to keep the stress at bay, sticking to the little piece of jungle that she'd come to call home. Here where the trees grew close together and few big cats liked to tread, far from clan borders. Of course her little home had no streams or rivers. Land with large bodies of water were too hard to keep, and one was liable to die trying to keep a river or lake. Scab much rather preferred to get her drinking water from trickling streams barely deep enough for her paw, but giving enough cool refreshment to keep her hydrated. If she felt the need to bathe or swim she walked far in search of a deeper body of water. Like this one. Closing her eyes she sighed as the water ran over her. Greenleaf made the forest a stifling, unbearable place. Especially when your pelt was as long as hers'. It had become almost impossible to fight the need to swim in a cool stream. Even though it risked venturing to places where other cats were liable to find her. She would hate to fall into another nervous breakdown when she'd finally managed to coax her fur back to it's normal length. For once she looked like a normal tiger, and not a sickly or flea bitten rat. Snarling Scab couldn't help but call to memory the clan cat that she'd met what felt like a hundred moons ago. Somehow even now his words bothered her, his face floating into her head unbidden. It had been the longest conversation she'd ever had with a stranger, much less a clan cat and even now she didn't quite know how to process any of it. Why he'd even stopped to the level of talking to her was beyond any of her understanding. Grumbling she sank down until only her nose was above the water. What did any of it matter now? She didn't really know if his clan had been the one effected but she'd heard that fire raged at the borders. Fire that was eating clan cats and their land like dry tinder. Even as secluded as she was Scab was partial to rumors. And these rumors had spread as quickly as the flames themselves. Some of the rumors said that one of the clans had been completely wiped out, another said that all of them had been. You couldn't put much stock in them, but the fact that a fire had happened and that cats had died was clear. That was always the constant in all the different tales. Blowing out so that the water bubbled around her muzzle, she snorted as the bubbles tickled her nose. She didn't know if she should feel sad or not. She supposed she was on some level. She'd heard so much about clan cats, and they scared her. Horrified her even. But there were kits in the clans and the thought that young kits were killed before they could grow was always heartbreaking. Then there was Snowstorm. As much as he plagued her mind. She found herself wondering if it had been his clan that had faced the flames. She'd even been tempted to go to the borders and see for herself. She could find them by scent and surely it wouldn't be that difficult to see which clans had almost been wiped out. But every time she thought about it that familiar fear bubbled up and with it the itching. She'd been working so hard to keep from igniting the itching. One trip that close to clan lands was sure to set her off and undo all her hard work. Standing up she felt the water roll off of her body as she waded across to the shore. Padding onto the land she shook out her pelt and tried to ignore the thoughts in her head. What did she care what happened? Why did it bother her so much that she couldn't get up the courage to at least have at look. --------------------------- there are 739 words in this post. scab is talking to open |
while val jams to Take you There - Rascal Flatts [/color]
val says just felt like posting as scab
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