Where Are The Paper Stars? {open}

[♫Snowie♫]

[bg=Gray] Finchwing

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It’s easy to forget,
Where you are and where you’ve been
So far in this business of,
Inconsistent paper stars

Sunlight falls down, blocked from the needle-strewn forest floor by the thick branches of pine trees. Underneath the shadows, a pale tabby pads quietly, weaving her way through the pine trunks. The scent of rain, faint and already past the territories. A single pale green eye darts back and forth through her surroundings, alert for any signs of danger. Her lightly dusted ears are forward-set and listening, pricking when the sound of water reaches her. Quickening her pace, the warrior emerges from the pines onto the lake shore, the wind caressing her stripped fur. Taking a few more steps, she allows the water to wash against her claws, unsheathing them at the water`s edge to dig them into the pebbles. Finchwing, the pale tabby, closes her eye, the other lost seasons ago. Retracing a step back, she shakes her forepaws in turn to dislodge the few drops that had gotten to her toes. Thumping onto her haunches, she lets her mind wander to various things, allowing herself to relax and calm down- something that she couldn`t do very often. It was unusual to for her to be at ease, when the pale she-cat was normally leaping about with the energy of a kit.

So let us die, or let us live
If you want blood, well there’s none to give
So just stop asking for the right
To trade us all, try tonight.

"Words" "Thoughts"
Word Count: 203
Comments: Eh. It`s not too bad. Could`ve been better, but I was distracted.

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