Drift felt a surge of confidence; the breeze felt right, Swiftpaw and the trees were below, and his wings felt itching with desire to leap into flight. Before he could stop himself he stepped off the cliff, ruffling his feathers in the wind.
A moment later he was on top of Swiftpaw, who grunted, “Thanks, Drift.” Drift’s claws grabbed Swiftpaw, and Swiftpaw scrambled to keep his hold on the tree.
“Ow..” hooted Drift uncertainly, his confidence gone. He wasn’t really in very much pain, but the shock of his crazy resolve had shaken him dramatically. The fear was back, gripping his heart in a cruel fist as he tried not to look at the certain death below.
4 thoughts on “November 08, 2004 (3 Comments)”
Ryn
Here we are! Does this one work?
Drift felt a surge of confidence; the breeze felt right, Swiftpaw and the trees were below, and his wings felt itching with desire to leap into flight. Before he could stop himself he stepped off the cliff, ruffling his feathers in the wind.
A moment later he was on top of Swiftpaw, who grunted, “Thanks, Drift.” Drift’s claws grabbed Swiftpaw, and Swiftpaw scrambled to keep his hold on the tree.
“Ow..” hooted Drift uncertainly, his confidence gone. He wasn’t really in very much pain, but the shock of his crazy resolve had shaken him dramatically. The fear was back, gripping his heart in a cruel fist as he tried not to look at the certain death below.
Groggy1
You’re a decent writer…but you just do NOT have Tiff’s way with words…
Can’t explain it better than that
Hj
Eh, I thought it was pretty good, and nothin wrong with a little fillin in the blanks, right? c: Besides, the only way to get better is to practice C:
Refugnic
Well…at least he tried.
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