Post by Cinderleaf=VAMPEH on Jan 16, 2009 19:52:12 GMT -5
Ravenstorm sat basking in the sun. Alone. With that one word Ravenstorm could sum up her whole life, born alone, raised alone, older siblings who all seemed to love, but also hate her. Ravenstorm felt lost in the world. Wasn't life supposed to be like a blazing, warm, hot fire? Shouldn't Ravenstorm be feeling the joys of her first love as she just begins to live her life, shouldn't she be having kits, or fighting for her Clan? All Ravenstorm felt was the burn of getting charred by the dangerous fire. Why? why did this happen to her, alone. That word again, Ravenstorm shook her head, alone was the problem. She couldn't go on like this. Ravenstorm was going to just skew the fire and jump over it. Getting burned and crashing down, or leaping to freedom where the fire didn't hurt. Ravenstorm no longer cared.