Clear Water’s orotund call echoed through the air. I had always thought of Clear Water as strong leader , and yet she had always been by herself. Clear Water’s feathers were tipped with silver, in the moonlight they sparkled against the leafs in the trees.
I had always thought that she had calling to me, I imagine her sweet voice calling my name “Falling Sky” I whispered softly. As Clear Water’s magnificent call drifted away into harsh morning wind, I pushed the deer skin door of the wigwam open. I stepped out on to the cold dewy grass, the small stems moved in between toes. I looked around at the summer homes and then to the empty looking fire. The skin door to the weapons wigwam was open.
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“What would your father say if you fell into the river on my watch?” I shrugged my shoulders, and grabbed a piece of cornbread shoving the small piece into my mouth.
“Stay out of trouble!” Little Rabbit barked, as she walked toward the skimpy pile of fabric that she had set out moments before. I watched her start working on a small red tear dress. I walk way still chewing the cornbread, I turn to the river to see a gray hawk grasping a low hanging tree branch. Suddenly feeling lighthearted at the site of the beautiful hawk. Clear Water stretched out one of her wispy wings, she turned her head to clean the delicate feathers.
“She is so peaceful and calm,” I acknowledged. Clear Water turned to me as if she heard me, she tilted her head out them brought it back in. I turned to see what she had been looking at. The hunting patrol raced through the trees on the other side of the clearing.
They all looked so panicked “What happened?” I asked myself. Soon everyone was gathered around the patrol. The air was soon filled with questions. I turned to look at Clear Water, the branch she had been perched on was now empty. I now felt alone, I soon turned back to face the …show more content…
Little Rabbit had been like a mother to me, it hurt to leave her. I looked at her, she turned away from me to help others escape.
“Why can you just come with me?” I sobbed, “I can't leave you!”
“Please just go!” I turned my head to look out into the forest, a small silver feather carried by the wind floated down to the ground. I turned once more to Little Rabbit, her tears turned to sobbing. One of Little Rabbits’s slender fingers pointed in the direction of the forest. Every part of me was telling me to stay with her, to run back to her and just be held in her arms. Tears began to run from my eyes, I was trying not to let them fall but I couldn’t. I turned to the forest and I ran. I didn’t run for me, I ran for Little Rabbit and Clear Water. I had no idea where the silver feathered hawk was, but I knew she was here. I felt at this moment the wind had been careening my feet through the woods.