Fel
October 12th, 2016, 10:17 AM
My name is Galei, and I am here to reclaim what my mother once lost.
Once upon a time, when morale was low and good health came to few, during the first evil era, a warrior ran from her clan in fear- she ran from Windclan, and made her home in a small forest, with lichens and moss growing as far as the eye could see, and rays of sunlight poured in through the treetops. Her name was Breezerunner, and her name said it all- like most from her clan, the light gray molly was gifted with the skill to run quickly it lmost seemed like she was the wind itself. However, while escaping, one of her hind legs was caught by a thorn, and with no medicine cat there, it became infected and soon spread to the entire leg, forcing her to stop running, to stop being herself. Eventually Breezerunner found a mate, an unnamed loner who left her soon after due to a fear of responsibility. She bore two kits, and one of them died soon after birth- but the other lived, even as Breezefall slowly succumbed to the infection. That kit's name was Galei, and she's grown up now- living by herself for awhile now after her mother's passing. She'd been told stories of Windclan, and now wishes for only one thing- to return. She's going on a quest for the moors her mother once called home.
This is Gale's story, set in a marshy grotto on the outskirts of Shadowclan territory, where the rain has left her small den to cave in. She has left this place now, but isn't very far on her way, still wading through the swamp at this point in time.
Cringing awkwardly as she stepped her paws through the mucky soil, Galei turned her nose up at the feeling, trying not to express verbal discomfort with her environment, though it was obvious she hated this feeling. She loved to run on open fields, like her mother had once- like the stories she told. I've got to keep moving, so I'll be able to make it here on time- who knows when this storm will have the possibility to relapse and hit me again? Like most cats, Galei despised getting wet, whether it was mud, rain, or even just river water. Taking the swamp head-on, the loner carefully lifted her paws up one-by one, resisiting the urge to shake the mud off right away- knowing the next step could be even deeper. She was picky about what happened to her, but the molly had a goal to achive, something she wanted to do. Windclan, it was like a fairy tale- a dream. Her mother talked about the kind leader Dapplestar and the strong deputy Infernosky- and sure, her stories were scary sometimes, like the talk of the evil leader Eternalstar- but Galei could handle it- she always could handle the tales. "...It's got to be better now, because she said that Windclan never backed down in the face of adversity- we run like the wind." She mumbled, keeping up her pace as she waded through the muddy, murky water.
Once upon a time, when morale was low and good health came to few, during the first evil era, a warrior ran from her clan in fear- she ran from Windclan, and made her home in a small forest, with lichens and moss growing as far as the eye could see, and rays of sunlight poured in through the treetops. Her name was Breezerunner, and her name said it all- like most from her clan, the light gray molly was gifted with the skill to run quickly it lmost seemed like she was the wind itself. However, while escaping, one of her hind legs was caught by a thorn, and with no medicine cat there, it became infected and soon spread to the entire leg, forcing her to stop running, to stop being herself. Eventually Breezerunner found a mate, an unnamed loner who left her soon after due to a fear of responsibility. She bore two kits, and one of them died soon after birth- but the other lived, even as Breezefall slowly succumbed to the infection. That kit's name was Galei, and she's grown up now- living by herself for awhile now after her mother's passing. She'd been told stories of Windclan, and now wishes for only one thing- to return. She's going on a quest for the moors her mother once called home.
This is Gale's story, set in a marshy grotto on the outskirts of Shadowclan territory, where the rain has left her small den to cave in. She has left this place now, but isn't very far on her way, still wading through the swamp at this point in time.
Cringing awkwardly as she stepped her paws through the mucky soil, Galei turned her nose up at the feeling, trying not to express verbal discomfort with her environment, though it was obvious she hated this feeling. She loved to run on open fields, like her mother had once- like the stories she told. I've got to keep moving, so I'll be able to make it here on time- who knows when this storm will have the possibility to relapse and hit me again? Like most cats, Galei despised getting wet, whether it was mud, rain, or even just river water. Taking the swamp head-on, the loner carefully lifted her paws up one-by one, resisiting the urge to shake the mud off right away- knowing the next step could be even deeper. She was picky about what happened to her, but the molly had a goal to achive, something she wanted to do. Windclan, it was like a fairy tale- a dream. Her mother talked about the kind leader Dapplestar and the strong deputy Infernosky- and sure, her stories were scary sometimes, like the talk of the evil leader Eternalstar- but Galei could handle it- she always could handle the tales. "...It's got to be better now, because she said that Windclan never backed down in the face of adversity- we run like the wind." She mumbled, keeping up her pace as she waded through the muddy, murky water.