Hey people! This is my first story ever. So please, no flames. 10 points to whoever correctly guesses the cat. It's kind of obvious.
- Melissa
A cat sat on a rock overlooking a huge lake. A cool breeze ruffled her silvery gray fur. She looked at the water, the stars reflected perfectly in its smooth surface. She wondered what it would be like to be as light as air and walk on the water, her paws stirring the stars, rippling the moon.
She had come to this rock every night for a quarter moon, unable to sleep due to forbidden dreams. She shook her head and sighed. She was thinking of him again. She jumped neatly off her rock, her paws landing almost silently on the cool sand. She walked leisurely down the edge of the lake, absentmindedly putting her paws in front of her. She was so focused on her own thoughts she put a paw in the lake. She hissed in surprise and annoyance and leapt backwards. The lake rippled violently. She watched the water calm, becoming a still reflecting sheet again. The lake showed her reflection, still rippling slightly. She turned abruptly from the lake, tearing her eyes away from silver pelt glowing in the water. She ran away from the shore, escaping from her thoughts into the bushes.
The ferns parted for her, the leaves crinkling under her paws. She suddenly missed the silence of the lake shore as the forest whispered around her. She turned to head back to her rock but was distracted by the hooting of an owl. She looked up into a tree, watching leaves swish in the wind. She couldn't see the owl, but she knew it was there. She would have to tell Firestar of the owl's whereabouts. She turned back to the lake and her rock. Then she stopped. She felt as though she was being watched. She shook off the feeling and crept out from the forest's cover.
She padded up to the lake and watched herself reflected in the water. She saw a small pale green leaf on the pebbles of the shore. She pushed it into the water with one paw. The leaf floated slowly across her reflection, disturbing her nose and ears. She spun away from the lake again, racing up the slope, showering the lake with pebbles. She was unable to bear looking at her lonely reflection night after night. Why did she come here? What was wrong with her? She snorted. She knew was wrong with her.
She slowed her pace to a trot. She lost herself in her thoughts, wishing he wasn't so special, that she was a normal she-cat. She broke into a desperate sprint, running swiftly through the forest trying to run from her problems, her whole life. She slowed, panting, into a strange clearing she had never entered before. She gasped, stunned, as she took in her surroundings.
It was a beautiful grassy meadow. Pale white flowers glowed softly in the moonlight, washing all her fears away. Small moths circled her head before fluttering off. Tall trees with pretty pink cherry blossoms swayed slightly in the breeze.
She sat and stared around the meadow till the sun started to creep over the distant hills. The Dawn patrol would be out soon. She headed reluctantly out of the clearing, hoping against hope she would make it back in time. As she padded out, she realized she had no idea where she was. She sighed and resigned following her scent back. She would find the clearing again the moment the sun set.
