Post by iceglade on Mar 10, 2012 14:40:04 GMT -5
Lynxheart || Makeshift camp at the base of Mount Hollow
Don't fret little one~ Home isn't just a place where you live, it's a place of belonging, it's where your heart is. As long as you follow your loved ones, you're home Lynxhearts foster mother had cooed to her that on a night where she woke up, terrified from a dream where she'd been ripped away from home with her family.
In times of sorrow or fear, the scarred she-cat would murmur is softly in her head, and now she did just that as she lay on the almost blisteringly hot rocks and sand of the Unknown. She was with the clans, and her beloved mate; Foxblaze. She was facing a daunting recovery from her days of torturing starvation, where she lived off of the grass and shriveled berries around her, she would have hunted, but she was trapped in a cold, dark cave of fallen rocks and rubble.
Her ribs had jutted out of her fur, and her pelt had sagged against her bony structure, but she was recovering, slowly but surely. Her fur was gaining it's shine, and she body was slowly restocking with nutrients, soon she would be fit for travel. That was good, too. The clans would be heading off any day now, and Lynxheart shuddered at the thought that she may not have been found, and the clans would have moved on without her. What would Foxblaze have done? Would he leave? Or would he come back to Hollow lake, searching for his mate?
All this raced through her head as she sat with hunched shoulders, and eye weary. Yes, eye. Lynxheart had had a troubled kithood, but she preferred not to talk about it, just as she didn't talk about how Shadepelt, her ex mate mauled her neck, leaving pinkish scars where fur didn't grow. She didn't know why he attacked her, and she pushed the thought to the dephs of her usually curious mind. Her green eye glazed over as day dreams and thoughts pulled her gently from the real, hot, dusty, and quite frankly, scary world she lived in.
Don't fret little one~ Home isn't just a place where you live, it's a place of belonging, it's where your heart is. As long as you follow your loved ones, you're home Lynxhearts foster mother had cooed to her that on a night where she woke up, terrified from a dream where she'd been ripped away from home with her family.
In times of sorrow or fear, the scarred she-cat would murmur is softly in her head, and now she did just that as she lay on the almost blisteringly hot rocks and sand of the Unknown. She was with the clans, and her beloved mate; Foxblaze. She was facing a daunting recovery from her days of torturing starvation, where she lived off of the grass and shriveled berries around her, she would have hunted, but she was trapped in a cold, dark cave of fallen rocks and rubble.
Her ribs had jutted out of her fur, and her pelt had sagged against her bony structure, but she was recovering, slowly but surely. Her fur was gaining it's shine, and she body was slowly restocking with nutrients, soon she would be fit for travel. That was good, too. The clans would be heading off any day now, and Lynxheart shuddered at the thought that she may not have been found, and the clans would have moved on without her. What would Foxblaze have done? Would he leave? Or would he come back to Hollow lake, searching for his mate?
All this raced through her head as she sat with hunched shoulders, and eye weary. Yes, eye. Lynxheart had had a troubled kithood, but she preferred not to talk about it, just as she didn't talk about how Shadepelt, her ex mate mauled her neck, leaving pinkish scars where fur didn't grow. She didn't know why he attacked her, and she pushed the thought to the dephs of her usually curious mind. Her green eye glazed over as day dreams and thoughts pulled her gently from the real, hot, dusty, and quite frankly, scary world she lived in.