A Single Moment

by Ankaa Morningstar

In life, a single moment cannot be told by mere words. Yet when all living memory has faded into the dark night and the words of the ancients are all that remain, it is those remembered moments that are told. A collection of four drabbles with themes Pursuit, Lost, Helpless, and Tribute. Challenge for the new EbonyClan.

1. Pursuit

Whiteness coats the earth, soft as moss and bright in the morning light. The dawn is silent but for the cries of running apprentices, a flash of silver fur darting across the field of snow. The cold earth beneath her paws tickles her fur, her mind urging her to give chase to the disappearing figure in the distance. Icy eyes flash as she runs, the fire within her and the chill in the air clashing. With the strength of the ancient lions she leaps, the air rushing past her. Warm flesh emerges beneath her paws and without looking, she slashes.