Post by icyreflections on Sept 7, 2012 16:48:46 GMT -5
Jasper’s Beach stretched along the southern hemisphere of Gweillan. It sported warm, white sand, brilliant blue skies and boundless beauty. The ocean that nestled against the sandy shore lapped playfully at its neighboring land and once rushing forward to prod her companion, the water retreated back into her home amongst the gentle waves. If you listened carefully, you could hear the ocean’s mischievous laughter as it came in and out. Lana was an expert at pinpointing this sound- and she was mighty proud of this ability.
The black and gray she-cat sat in her usual spot upon the beach’s sandy shore. She looked out at the glistening surface before her with her usual bright and cheerful grin plastered on her face. It was nearly dusk; the sun was beginning to set and a ripple of excited anticipated spread throughout her body with a sensation as stunning as electricity. The feeling that overcame her enticed the Snowshoe she-cat to squirm slightly in her seat as her light green eyes stared at the horizon before her. Any moment now the blue sky would be bathed in an array of beautiful colors. Though the peaceful shade of blue would become darkened by the sinking sun, Lana couldn’t help but feel joyous at the marvel that was about to partake. She couldn’t wait to see the blue fade into purple and watch the remnants of the sun’s brilliant golden halo drown beneath the ocean’s horizon. It was a sort of magic- a sight that HAD to be seen at least once before death. What Lana was witnessing wasn’t just some ordinary sunset like others thought, no, she was basking in the artistic beauty that was nature and she was present to observe the exchange between to kingdoms whom existed long before Gweillan or even Rithengar! The King of the Morning Sky was laying down his sleepy head for the night, leaving his humble subjects on earth to his sister The Queen of the Nighttime Stars’s watchful eye. With his retiring, the sunny warmth and bright colors that Lana loved so much would follow and be replaced by eerie shadows and mysterious shades of black, blue, and purple- with the occasional orange glow emitting from the lanterns above head throughout the city, of course. Lana used to pretend she was the King and Queen when she was younger. As a kit, it was her dream to be an actress and she thought that if she practiced as a kit, she would have one paw in the door when she grew up. She eventually mastered each role- she made a makeshift paper crown for the Sun and wore a patched up blue cloak (a wedding present from her father to her mother) for the Queen. She was quite convincing when she feigned sleep as the king and she was a pretty sound ruler as the Queen. Unfortunately however, Lana’s efforts were all in vein and her dream to act never amounted to anything.
Lana had no real occupation, her mother was an artist and her father was a fisherman. It was thanks to them that she had a great fondness for nature- especially the ocean. She inherited her mother’s creative mind and although she enjoyed looking at landscapes- her mother’s famously noted source of inspiration- her true passion was walking along the shore and collecting ‘stuff’ she found to make jewelry out of. Usually her crafts were made of shells- gifts from the sea, she liked to call them- but occasionally she would find washed up sea stars, bottles, crustaceans, bones, pretty rocks, shiny glass, or even little trinkets or treasures. It was always a delightful surprise to walk along the beach and search for interesting subject matter- Lana never knew what she was going to find when she woke up in the morning and when she went to bed that night, she always felt as rich and satisfied as the King (or at least, she assumed the King was rich and happy- he lived in a castle after all). For the majority of her life, Lana spent most of her days walking around town aimlessly- going on nature walks, making friends, and collecting anything that seemed ‘pretty’ or ‘interesting’. Her life wasn’t nearly as complicated as others and she was blissfully unaware how these poor kitties lives differed from hers (of course, if she had known, she would most likely be very distressed and would give said kitties a comforting hug and a bowl of chowder.) It wasn’t until recently that Lana’s peaceful life changed- but she was certain it was for the better. Lana was a member of the Blueblood Pirates~ It was a very exciting moment for her when she realized that she was an acceptable member of the crew. He duty was to cook for her companions while they embarked on their enticing journeys and she was more than happy to oblige- even if she only knew how to make fish stew and other fish related recipes. Her father usually cooked whatever he caught and couldn’t sell and because the family had a steady intake of seafood, Lana was pretty familiar with recipes that included fish… but as far as ‘baking’ and ‘experimenting’ was concerned, it was probably best that the crew prevented the Snowshoe from ‘giving it a go’. Lana was a very energetic cat and if someone asked her to try to cook something new, she’d do it… whether she would be successful (and learn her lesson) was another story…
Despite the crew’s recent voyage, Lana was still somewhat unfamiliar with the other members on board. This made her feel a little upset because Lana liked to get to know as many cats as she could and longed to be everyone’s best friend. Though she had a happy and bubbly personality, Lana didn’t exactly have anyone to confide in… She did have a best friend. Sure, she’d try to talk to strangers that she just met about her hopes and desires- but they didn’t seem too interested in what she had to say. Lana secretly hoped that one day, the cats aboard the pirate ship could maybe become her family… Maybe they could be a band of brothers and sisters or something…
Maybe….
“Ooh~” She squealed delightedly and clapped her paws together. “The changing of the guards is beginning! Nighty night Sir!” She saluted the sinking sun and watched the colors of the sunset with stunned awe.
And though her heart was set on watching the sunset and her eyes were glued to the colorful scene- a part of her mind wondered if her crew members enjoyed watching the sunset against the ocean as much as she did and if they would ever join her on the beach one day or if they would politely excuse themselves.
She wondered… But not for long. There was too much beauty going to waste without her appericiation.
The black and gray she-cat sat in her usual spot upon the beach’s sandy shore. She looked out at the glistening surface before her with her usual bright and cheerful grin plastered on her face. It was nearly dusk; the sun was beginning to set and a ripple of excited anticipated spread throughout her body with a sensation as stunning as electricity. The feeling that overcame her enticed the Snowshoe she-cat to squirm slightly in her seat as her light green eyes stared at the horizon before her. Any moment now the blue sky would be bathed in an array of beautiful colors. Though the peaceful shade of blue would become darkened by the sinking sun, Lana couldn’t help but feel joyous at the marvel that was about to partake. She couldn’t wait to see the blue fade into purple and watch the remnants of the sun’s brilliant golden halo drown beneath the ocean’s horizon. It was a sort of magic- a sight that HAD to be seen at least once before death. What Lana was witnessing wasn’t just some ordinary sunset like others thought, no, she was basking in the artistic beauty that was nature and she was present to observe the exchange between to kingdoms whom existed long before Gweillan or even Rithengar! The King of the Morning Sky was laying down his sleepy head for the night, leaving his humble subjects on earth to his sister The Queen of the Nighttime Stars’s watchful eye. With his retiring, the sunny warmth and bright colors that Lana loved so much would follow and be replaced by eerie shadows and mysterious shades of black, blue, and purple- with the occasional orange glow emitting from the lanterns above head throughout the city, of course. Lana used to pretend she was the King and Queen when she was younger. As a kit, it was her dream to be an actress and she thought that if she practiced as a kit, she would have one paw in the door when she grew up. She eventually mastered each role- she made a makeshift paper crown for the Sun and wore a patched up blue cloak (a wedding present from her father to her mother) for the Queen. She was quite convincing when she feigned sleep as the king and she was a pretty sound ruler as the Queen. Unfortunately however, Lana’s efforts were all in vein and her dream to act never amounted to anything.
Lana had no real occupation, her mother was an artist and her father was a fisherman. It was thanks to them that she had a great fondness for nature- especially the ocean. She inherited her mother’s creative mind and although she enjoyed looking at landscapes- her mother’s famously noted source of inspiration- her true passion was walking along the shore and collecting ‘stuff’ she found to make jewelry out of. Usually her crafts were made of shells- gifts from the sea, she liked to call them- but occasionally she would find washed up sea stars, bottles, crustaceans, bones, pretty rocks, shiny glass, or even little trinkets or treasures. It was always a delightful surprise to walk along the beach and search for interesting subject matter- Lana never knew what she was going to find when she woke up in the morning and when she went to bed that night, she always felt as rich and satisfied as the King (or at least, she assumed the King was rich and happy- he lived in a castle after all). For the majority of her life, Lana spent most of her days walking around town aimlessly- going on nature walks, making friends, and collecting anything that seemed ‘pretty’ or ‘interesting’. Her life wasn’t nearly as complicated as others and she was blissfully unaware how these poor kitties lives differed from hers (of course, if she had known, she would most likely be very distressed and would give said kitties a comforting hug and a bowl of chowder.) It wasn’t until recently that Lana’s peaceful life changed- but she was certain it was for the better. Lana was a member of the Blueblood Pirates~ It was a very exciting moment for her when she realized that she was an acceptable member of the crew. He duty was to cook for her companions while they embarked on their enticing journeys and she was more than happy to oblige- even if she only knew how to make fish stew and other fish related recipes. Her father usually cooked whatever he caught and couldn’t sell and because the family had a steady intake of seafood, Lana was pretty familiar with recipes that included fish… but as far as ‘baking’ and ‘experimenting’ was concerned, it was probably best that the crew prevented the Snowshoe from ‘giving it a go’. Lana was a very energetic cat and if someone asked her to try to cook something new, she’d do it… whether she would be successful (and learn her lesson) was another story…
Despite the crew’s recent voyage, Lana was still somewhat unfamiliar with the other members on board. This made her feel a little upset because Lana liked to get to know as many cats as she could and longed to be everyone’s best friend. Though she had a happy and bubbly personality, Lana didn’t exactly have anyone to confide in… She did have a best friend. Sure, she’d try to talk to strangers that she just met about her hopes and desires- but they didn’t seem too interested in what she had to say. Lana secretly hoped that one day, the cats aboard the pirate ship could maybe become her family… Maybe they could be a band of brothers and sisters or something…
Maybe….
“Ooh~” She squealed delightedly and clapped her paws together. “The changing of the guards is beginning! Nighty night Sir!” She saluted the sinking sun and watched the colors of the sunset with stunned awe.
And though her heart was set on watching the sunset and her eyes were glued to the colorful scene- a part of her mind wondered if her crew members enjoyed watching the sunset against the ocean as much as she did and if they would ever join her on the beach one day or if they would politely excuse themselves.
She wondered… But not for long. There was too much beauty going to waste without her appericiation.