This is a short clip from my roleplay character, Bluestorm, who is a cat in case anybody was wondering. :)
I just took a lot of time writing down what I'm about to post, so figured I might as well show it off a tiny bit.
I have been working on describing things, so this was practice.
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A thick, whispered, murmur purred a melody into the trees, scattering off of the river as a faint breeze rustled.
Large, mud-streaked pebbles rolled under the slightest pressure, causing many rock slides to slip into the slightly sluggish current of the water as it swirled into a small pool and out again.
Tiny silver minnows flickered out of the shade cast on the shimmering pool, searching for the slightest bit of food.
The dying sun set the ground on fire, reflecting off of the mirror-like water and sending blazing tongues of illumination cascading over the bank. A large, deciduous forest was the breaker for the fires of light, shattering them into small pockets of light and deep, shivering obscurities.
A barely visible shadow flickered like the tiny minnows in and out of the trees, emerging from the shade with caution as if afraid of being watched. As it finally slipped out of the safety of the trees, it stood silhouetted against the burning ball of flame as it slipped below the horizon. But that moment disappeared when the pitch figure shifted her paws, quietly waiting for something, or maybe someone. Her intense, coal-blue eyes glittered with emotions that were so full of soul and fire that they could almost not be explained by the cat who felt them. She finally padded down to the red and orange-tinged water, sniffing and glancing over her shoulders watchfully, as if she was doing something scandalous. Her dark, burnt black pelt, cobwebbed with even darker tabby stripes, broke up her muscled, scarred figure as she sat along the bank with her back to the treeline. A white-striped tail flickered through the air once: a signal.
Bluestorm's steely eyes were collected, one grooved in white, the other surrounded by only the impenetrable stripes of her black tabby coat, she didn't seem nervous about this meeting; in fact, if anything she looked bored. Her timing was immaculate, and her silence undisturbed. Nobody had seen her. So where was her adversary?
Surely her own granddaughter wouldn’t dare stand her up? The meeting was planned for exchange of news, nothing more. Phantom had become a dark wrath of the forest, not striking, only walking, but the trail of imaginary disaster that she left behind was bad enough.
