~A Wisp of Sand~ a a desert cat tribe rp

[LilJoe]

Crimson watched with huge worried eyes, his ears swiveling to every little sound. "Come on Willow, you can do this!" As she limped towards him. Meanwhile in his mental battle he was clawing to the light, he didn't want to drown in this storm.

Willow limped quickly toward him. "You can do this," she told herself.

 

[Amer]

(@LilJoe )

 

[Amer]

Suddenly, a huge boom erupted. Crimson's ears lay flat to his head, ringing. His eyes hurt from a flash of light. Something had been struck. He looked beyond Willow, to the Thunderers. Sadness sent shivers through his purplish pelt. A Thunderer calf. He walked out of the cave towards Willow. "A Thunderer calf has been struck," he told her, his voice edged in sadness. Savannah storms are short, the rain slowed. It all felt like it was falling in slow motion around Crimson. The ringing and the rain turned to a white noise. Other than that, silence. He walked to where the Thunderer calf lay.

 

[Amer]

(@LilJoe)

 

[Fanci Feathers Marans]

Suddenly, a huge boom erupted. Crimson's ears lay flat to his head, ringing. His eyes hurt from a flash of light. Something had been struck. He looked beyond Willow, to the Thunderers. Sadness sent shivers through his purplish pelt. A Thunderer calf. He walked out of the cave towards Willow. "A Thunderer calf has been struck," he told her, his voice edged in sadness. Savannah storms are short, the rain slowed. It all felt like it was falling in slow motion around Crimson. The ringing and the rain turned to a white noise. Other than that, silence. He walked to where the Thunderer calf lay.

O___0

 

[LilJoe]

(Phone is about to die. Mention me again so that I remember)

 

[Amer]

"Well you see..." said Crimson shyly. "I mean I'm not much for talking, or telling the truth in that matter, but...." Willow had fallen into the pit of his mind and he had to pull her out, to save her. She had dusted off the final grain of sand. Falling... Falling... Down, down, down...
"When my mother died, I was devastated. I did nothing but mourn. A while after, me and my father, Lightning went for a walk, to see the Thunderers. We were out at night, the only ones. I didn't want to be there, it just didn't feel right. Then, a Thunderer took a misstep. It crushed my father. I went back to tell the Tribe the news, but I was too sad. Finally, when I wanted to show them the body, he was miles away from where we were. The thing was, it was I who was supposed to die. He said I should have died instead of my mother. He pushed me under them, but went with me. I was supposed to die with him, but I escaped. There are none who know of this but the Thunderers, and him, who died with it. And I, who wish I'd never known. I realized, that if I never loved, I would never lose a loved one. And so, I didn't care what people thought of me. I forgave the Thunderers though. It wasn't their fault. It was his own. I still remember his eyes going all snakelike, and his voice was hissy. He pulled at me, but was no use. As I tried to free my self, I hurt him. It killed me to see him that way." Willows digging had succeeded. At the bottom of the pit, Crimson was still at rock bottom, but now he was standing, blinking in the light. The light that he feared, he now welcomed. And Willow was there with him. He could make it out. A heavy weight was lifted from his back. Though images of his father's face still pained him, Crimson felt better, telling to another cat. The Thunderers understood, but they could never reply the way a cat could. And he always wondered if they felt guilty. He could finally crawl out of his hole, and live. He layed his head on her paws, feeling their wrath, her warmth. He didn't feel cold. He cared. He slowed down and listened to what she had to say.

(@Fanci Feathers Marans , @Ladocia , look at my mile long post. Cause I'm a show off)

(Phone is about to die. Mention me again so that I remember)

(Ok)

 

[Amer]

(@Laodicia)

 

[Amer]

(Crimson is my favorite character. It was supposed to be Falcon. Crimson was supposed to be evil, to have an evil past, to murder Willow. But I didn't write his past. He knew it. And then it magically unlocked in my mind. Now he is a good guy.)

 

[Fanci Feathers Marans]

(@Fanci Feathers Marans , @Ladocia , look at my mile long post. Cause I'm a show off)

(Ok)