Anyone want to join for a stroll? [o]

[D e a t h]

[glow=pink,2,300]Coldstar

If everyone cared and nobody cried
If everyone loved and nobody lied[/size][/color][/glow]

.:The black form of a she-cat ran across the lands. The sun wamred her body from head to claw as her legs pumped to go faster across the vast plains. She was free. She was escaping all the troubles, escaping everything. She slowed a little and soon came to a walk. Why did she stop? This wasn't like her, but her body was getting tired after running so hard for so long. Believe or not, she did get tired eventully. She chuckled a little as her black paws scraped across rock and grass. The cloud-less sky was like an awakening for her. It was marvelous. Yes, Marvelous was the right word. She felt so free, like a bird. She felt like she could reach for the sky and it would let her claw it down. She was the almighty today, she was truly, breathtaking.

.:Coldstar's black massive, black body was carefully crafted into a fit, runner body. Her face and fur were beautiful, and she knew it. Everyone knew, though, that leader's weren't allowed to have kits. What kind of example would she be setting for her clan if she broke the warrior code? Yet, it said mothing about not having a mate. Hmm, that was rashalinizing. She wanted to make the better of the sitaution. Yet, she knew she must not. It was true, she was a lonely she-cat. She chsoe this path, not knowing truly how difficult it would be. How lonely. Yet, she was powerful and everyone respected her. And so, that was all that mattered to her. She didn't give a darn about the other clans right now, she was free. She shouldn't even be thinking of this right now. Today was her day off. Today, she was Coldwave again. Not Coldstar, Coldwave, her old warrior name.

[glow=pink,2,300]If everyone shared and swallowed their pride
Then we'd see the day when nobody died[/glow][/size]

[nighthunter]

Scarstorm

The day was very nice out,but Scarstorm didn`t really pay attention to those sort of things. He was probably the one cat that could care less if the sun was out or if teh sky was clear.In fact to him it was never a fine day.There was always something amis or about to happen.His dark thoughts probably came from his scarred path.He had lost a mate before she could give birth, and then he had been crutally scarred over the years of his life as a deputy.He respected his duty and leader,and that was probably all that held him together.

His dark amber eyes scanned his surroundings.His duties were done for the day, and now he was curled up in teh grass about to catch a wink or two. He hadn`t slept well lately,and he often recalled his mates death in his dreams.Not much in this world could unnerve him,but seeing her die night after night could.He stretched his head to look behind him,and saw the leader Coldstar coming his way.was there something wrong?