Breathe(o)

[thirteen]

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[atrb=background,http://i46.tinypic.com/2n9gl8h.jpg] The reeds trembled underneath the weight of the winds gentle pulse. The long blades of grass that completed the scenic moor waved in careless abandon, content to be played with by the balmy gusts flitting through them from the Northern reaches of the territory. Fragile blooms thrashed their budded heads wildly, matured dandelions committing their seeds to the skies ever-changing current. Now if only he could join them and be carried away from this place to take root and bloom in a place more welcoming to him. No, that wasn’t what he desired – it was only marginally true that he wanted an escape, but it wasn’t exactly from here that he wanted to free himself from. Longstride slouched over the weathered face of a flattened stone; sunlight pouring generously from above was masked by amorphous clouds that consumed the lake blue sky above him. The tranquility was soothing somehow; the emptiness of the moorland that protected a multitude of other residents had become the regal spotted cat’s safe haven. His home away from home one might deduce. The fractured rays warmed his side, making the cat’s golden fur shimmer with a healthy luster. The dark spots were a striking, exotic contrast to his already feral profile. Longstride’s physique was a grand thing to behold. An onlooker who was unfamiliar with the WindClan cat would presume he was a direct descendant from LeopardClan itself but nothing could be further from the truth. If he had such a sacred Clan’s blood coursing through his veins his life would be a great deal simpler than it had become. He was the largest cat of his Clan; lean in figure but not without muscle and strength. So large that only his midsection and a small portion of his torso was able to fit on the rock he was draped over, leaving his hindquarters and all four elongated legs to be strewn out at his side. The Warrior’s gaunt features were facing the foothills, attention undirected and listlessly pensive as he drank in the lasting quiet he’d come in search of. In terms of expression the cat was unusually stolid, the apathetic glow to his grey-tinted eyes contained only the vitality that was his life and seemed void of actual sentiment. There wasn’t a reason for his present outlook; the cat was merely taking a break from his unstable reality. It felt nice to forget everything for a time. Even if forgetting didn’t make his problems disappear.