Freezy Blue

His small paws hardly touched the snow. The ice was attacking the small cushions on the back of his paw.
Raising his head, he could see the moon, all round, behind the clouds. But he couldn't afford to be delayed by the black sky.
His young fur couldn't protect him from the biting cold of the night.
Suddenly he is startled. An ember has just reached his thin tail.
He turns around and meows. Never had he thought that fire could be so fast.
He sets out once more.
He is losing speed, he can feel it. He knows the fire is getting closer. He can already hear the beating of wings.
Quickly! His black hair turns gray while the ashes cover him.
A flame then licks his back paw. A squeal and then he stumbles.
He turns around in haste and starts again.
He is just there. The bird of fire… He can see the flame of desire burning in his eyes.
He can see the memory of the cats of the night, his parents, in the reflection of its feathers.
No more loopholes... He curls up into a ball… Thinks of his father… So much so that when the bird of fire leaps at him… When he roared… Of his mother… So beautiful when his last look merged with the flames…
Fire devours him now… A smoke the color of the night rises out of its small body… Strokes the stars…


PS : A l'origine écrit en Français, je trouvais que ça serait pas mal in Eng', et effectivement, ça sonne très bien ^^

Yes, it sounds very very very well !!
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I remember it ! Very beauty sounds !

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Yes, it's my favourite one ^^