Post by Echostar on Jan 10, 2009 13:57:26 GMT -5
A phantom-like she-cat stalks through the bogs. The moon is high tonight and only masked by thin, whispy clouds. The stars glimmer and twinkle under the foggy blanket that covers them. Moving as stealthily as possible, for the soft, squishy, watery bog makes it particularly difficult to step without making sound, the she-cat presses onward, ears and eyes alert to anything and everything. An owl picks up on a squishing sound from the she-cat below as she steps into a hole in the ground filled with watery mud and moss. As the owls swoops, without realizing the cat is not a mouse, the cat jumps and dodges, pinning the owl into the swap water. A bite to its neck and a swift jerk from her head sends the bird into the darkness once and for all. She gingerly places her kill by a nearby tree and continues on. As she steps clear of the bog and into a little field, the moon breaks through the clouds grasps and shins ever so brightly upon a pool only a few paces away. As the pure water glimmer in the spirling moonlight, whispers fill the night air. As the she-cat steps closer to the pool, the whisperings intensify and the air around her is no longer quiet. Echostar. Echostar. Echostar. the voices hiss into her ear. Settling down near the edge of of the silver pool, she looks deeply into the ripples of water. She takes a deep breath and slowly lowers her head to the surface of the water and touches it with her nose, gently. A sudden cold shock bursts thoguh her body and opens her eyes to fin herself standing a clearing surrounded by pine trees, the moon much larger now and the entire scene with a mystic, eerie, silver poured over it.
((Sorry, but I have to finish this later.))
((Sorry, but I have to finish this later.))
