Post by Dawn on Feb 21, 2011 11:00:23 GMT -5
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RIFT !
Without a soul, my spirit sleeping somewhere cold
Wind. It rushed past his pale sienna and cream fur, soft as the feathers of a baby bird. He followed it with unseeing eyes, just opened, the color of a pool reflecting the silver light of stars; holding no emotions of it's own yet, only able to mirror what it could see. The strange feeling whistled about his floppy cinnamon ears, irritating the hair there as he was surprised to hear noise from it, a cry or howl that seemed mournful at best. The tom kitten called Rift by his parents, Phantomcry and Scarletsnow, battered at the sky blindly with his paws. They cut through the wind with a rush of air, small white claws not catching on anything but the feeling of this new voice. He had felt no emotion up until now, an observer on the outside, unable to comprehend this world he had been dropped so viciously into. Now Rift felt frustration as a knot in his stomach, dulling the rumbling that signified hunger, for he had little idea of time, and hadn't eaten since early in the day.
His sister, Karma, was his only competition for food; of the two, she was the runt, and Rift could best her easily in his fight to get to their mother, known not so much by 'Scarletsnow' now as she was by her warmth and scent. At this young age, the world was a swirl of confusing scents and feelings, some that were his own emotions. As the wind rustled things about the clearing which he could not identify, Rift battered at it once more, and felt a jolt run through his fur as he struck something. It was thin and papery, tearing with a crunching sound beneath his claws. He struck it several more times, viciously pouncing about the leaf and causing his still tiny body to teeter and himself to stumble at times. Rift's paws were clumsy. But the wind had settled now, and it did not rise again. The leaf lay shredded to dull orange pieces, a few sticking to his paws. One's attention span wasn't very long when their senses were this dull, their eyes blind, their nose insensitive, their ears partially pressed against their head. It was about as long as his wiggling tail, in fact, which wasn't long at all, and he soon lost interest, turning and beginning a slow, stumbling walk back toward where he thought his mother was.
The breeze was slight now, and with difficulty he made his way to her warm side. She was familiar to him, and he wasted no time in borrowing into her warm fur, his small body already quite tired from this short adventure. He didn't know exactly where Karma was, but he sensed that she was close by, and he didn't worry. Already fascinated with the world, Rift drifted into short bursts of kitten dreams, where he chased the leaf again, pursuing it into darkness for his mind had no concept of the forest. It was only a dim light, full of smells, and his paws desired to carry him there. Soon his eyes would open fully and adjust to the light, his claws lengthening and sharpening, his legs growing longer and stronger, and they would set him on the path to fulfill a fiery ambition.
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