Nothing moves. A chillingly sweet purr and a shuffling of paws that are not there. A voice, tiny, but strong and not scared, yet no words can be made out by the still freezingly frightful little meows coming from an unknown source. Its night, and only cats who are awake might experience the voice. StarClan? But the voice sounds young... so young... too young. 'It wasn't my fault. It wasn't my fault...' Dripping with chilly sweetness, the voice is in the wind. A ghostlike sight... a small kit makes herself seen, looking smug but happy...
She purrs, the sweet bell like sound making its way through the tops of the treetops. The stars seem to twinkle reproachfully as if summoning the elf like presence back into the skies. But Coralkit, the ghostly little small one she is, listens not. She looks up at the sky, dark eyes seeming to mirror the night.
Coralkit disappears, and then reappears again a hundred feet closer to the sleeping ThunderClan camp. Only those on guard duty or out and about at this ungodly hour might take notice of the flittering kit... her pelt ghostly and translucent. Even then, it would seem like a dream to them. Who knew? Maybe it was a dream. Quite possibly, it [i]was one and whoever found the kit was merely being invaded through their minds. What was this chill though? Was it this kit? Her death hardly had been noticed by many, since her mother had kept her presence hidden for such a long time, but she had that feel of ThunderClan to her. Those eyes, sparkling with serious mischief.[/i]
ooc; not sure if this is allowed. PM me if not, or just delete it please, if you're staff.