[Silverstreak] Scents the Air...
username belloblossom
rolling for Silverstreak 16 9 14 14 2
roll 1: 16
roll 2: 9
roll 3: 14
roll 4: 14
roll 5: 2
total prey points : 0
The scents of Dawnstride and Duskwing had faded from the warriors den.
Silverstreak had gotten up automatically to go hunt, but her paws felt so heavy. How could they feel so heavy when she was little more than skin and bones?
She didn't catch anything. Of course she didn't. She never did anymore. At least she wasn't a mouth to feed in the Clan. She had that small amount of pride to hold on to, though that, too, dwindled by the day. She found herself padding out by the riverbed, slumping next to the dry, barren soil and heaving a sigh. She couldn't find it in herself to cry anymore. Crying was a waste of energy she didn't have. She let a paw dangle into the dirt bed of the once-river and she could only stare at it.
Curse those Twolegs. Curse her sisters for leaving. Curse MountainClan for not forcing their remaining Clanmates to go along with them, instead of abandoning them when all knew they would suffer. She sighed and closed her eyes.
She cursed herself, most of all, for being a fool. (Reached over 1k words!)