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Post by Coon the Illusionist on Aug 9, 2011 11:49:31 GMT -6
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Doing.
"Talking."
Thinking.
"Others talking."
A deep breath was allowed to exit into the warm air, allowing a slight whistling sound to break the silence that clamped down upon the area. Brown paws halted their rhythmic, instinctive motion, and a small brown tabby was allowed to relax.
Blueness surrounded him; it was up in the heavens, in a pure light shade, and down where he rested in so many different hues. It was not a wonder to him why this place was known as Bluebell Meadow; the flowers that surrounded him truly looked blue enough. But what in StarClan's name was a 'bell'? Well, whatever it was, the small brown cat knew it had to be something pretty.
His paws suddenly and swiftly carried him forward, and his mind was set on exploring. There was no training from his mentor today, or maybe there was. No matter, for even if there was, there couldn't be. He wasn't there to be mentored! So, with his curiosity overpowering him, and his childish instincts just loving every bit of this moment, he began to change his pace.
Anyone viewing him would have been slightly surprised. The normally placid apprentice had leapt high into the air, just to land with about as much grace as a kit on ice. Then, after recovering, he made another messy leap, and again, and again. Did he care that it looked insane, or silly? No. Did he care that his personality was making way for this kitlike energy burst? Nope. Truth was, at this point, he didn't care much about anything. He wouldn't even care if anyone was watching, and surely some cat was.
Fun truly did conquer all. Even reason.
notes;; sorry for the sucky post.
tags;; lyric/mintpaw
word count;; 278
muse;; 3/10
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