Post by xLights on Apr 16, 2012 14:19:04 GMT -5
[/center]I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined
I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned
Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
The rain pattered down on the leaves of the oaktree's as the sky grew even darker. Being soaked to the bone already, Rainpaw felt little droplets slide down his whiskers and plaster his pelt to his back. The fluid slid into his eyes, nose and mouth. He sneezed for a moment and broke into a run. His paws splashed into the pooling rain as he ran on, having no clue where he was going. He surely gave his name a meaning today, for it was all rain.
An old, crumbling building soon appeared behind the tree's and Rainpaw skidded to a halt to stare in awe at the strange construction for a short while. But when another gust of wind lashed into his face, he quickly ran into the cover of the stone of the abandoned twoleg nest. Maybe he should've listened to the warriors, maybe he shouldn't have sneaked out of camp. But little did he know about the bad weather! The sky was clear when he left the camp. But now... He crouched inside the twoleg nest, savoring the shelter he found. Tucking his paws under his chest, he stared at the rain pouring down. When would they find out that he got out of camp? Would he be in trouble? He shivered, suddenly feeling colder than he already was. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea... But no one would get him out of the rain again. He would rather wait and stay put.
The rest is still unwritten
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