The Silent Omen

The sky was beginning to spread with it's night colours, strong violets and blues loomed through the once golden sky. The fluffy pink clouds faded to black, misty forms and faintly brushed over the moon. The moon, Honey that Falls In the Stream thought. Her fur spiked up as her blood ran as cold as frost. Painful throbbing beats echoed in her head- feeling as if they were going to shoot right out of her system. The pain burst and was becoming too unbearable to handle. Collapsing to the ground- her head hit the ground, blades of grass tickled her bright nose. The stars were clearly visible- and seemed to shine brighter than a firefly's glow, reflecting off the clear lake. As calmly as she could- she tried to breathe- but every breath made her struggle.