Post by elizabeth on Aug 11, 2010 11:18:37 GMT -5
"Clara's Speach"
'Clara's Thoughts'
The waters are quiet, a wolf walks through and creates little disturbance. She was cold, she stopped in place to rest. The female lied down and curled up, she stared into the river. She saw her reflection, she wasn't to excited to see herself. But she was happy to know she was still alive, Clara had just varly survived the night. The mornings are harsh and the nights are unbearable..! Small snowflakes fell from the cloudy sky, she wasn't only cold. Clara was starved. She can't remember the last time she ate, her second day without her pack and shes already starting to crack.
Things were so quiet, not a rabbit nor a squrril to be found anywhere. And what was there to keep her sheltered? A small rock den?! Clara couldn't warm herself in this cold, all she could do was turn the snow around her into steam. But not even that could warm her fur, she got up and moved around a bit. Paw prints marked the snow as she walked through, she rested by the rock den. Clara started to shiver, 'Its so darn cold! Not even my power can warm me! AHH!!' She was screaming inside her head! Her claws have frozen and her nose was wet, she'd give anything just for a rabbit to come along so she could eat it.
'Clara's Thoughts'
The waters are quiet, a wolf walks through and creates little disturbance. She was cold, she stopped in place to rest. The female lied down and curled up, she stared into the river. She saw her reflection, she wasn't to excited to see herself. But she was happy to know she was still alive, Clara had just varly survived the night. The mornings are harsh and the nights are unbearable..! Small snowflakes fell from the cloudy sky, she wasn't only cold. Clara was starved. She can't remember the last time she ate, her second day without her pack and shes already starting to crack.
Things were so quiet, not a rabbit nor a squrril to be found anywhere. And what was there to keep her sheltered? A small rock den?! Clara couldn't warm herself in this cold, all she could do was turn the snow around her into steam. But not even that could warm her fur, she got up and moved around a bit. Paw prints marked the snow as she walked through, she rested by the rock den. Clara started to shiver, 'Its so darn cold! Not even my power can warm me! AHH!!' She was screaming inside her head! Her claws have frozen and her nose was wet, she'd give anything just for a rabbit to come along so she could eat it.
