f r ustration - open ) ) Dec 8, 2011 0:29:23 GMT -5
Post by - Steph - on Dec 8, 2011 0:29:23 GMT -5
A thin fog filled the air. Dawn was quickly approaching, but most life was still sound asleep--most life.
The sound of approaching padsteps barely cut the silent air; whatever was approaching was clearly trying to be quiet, but was utterly failing. Barely visible in the darkness, a dark, long-haired tom appeared out of the fog, his tail slowly swaying back and forth. The tom opened his mouth, tasting the air around him. Suddenly, he darted to the left, intent on getting somewhere fast.
"Of course," the tom suddenly spat, angrily shaking his head. "Northclan crossing the borders again.".
Instad of dwelling on this unfortunate fact, the tom began marking his appropriate territory, his ears on the lookout for any suspicious noises. It was bad enough that his clan was barely keeping up with their responsibilities. If the tom were to run into a Northclan hunting patrol, he would have to fight alone.
After properly marking all boundaries, the tom sat near the intricate tunnels, staring into the shadows. The sun began slowly creeping up on him, but the tom wasn't paying attention to the sun. He needed some time to himself to think about the recent turn of events.
Westclan had no leader. It was StarClan's will that a rogue took over, right?[/i] The tom shook his head violently. Has StarClan really abandoned us? The thought haunted him every day. Imagining a time without StarClan's guidance sounded so lost, so broken. Scarletstar was already quickly establishing herself and getting the clan in order. This tom was not one who liked disorder--the pathetic border patrols, the scarce hunting patrols, it was beginning to drive him crazy. It was clear that his clan needed someone to step up. Scarletstar's organization and will to keep this clan's honor alive made him respect her. Trust, trust was a completely different thing that Scarletstar had not yet received from him. He would always remain faithful to WestClan; a clan that let a rogue walk in and take over was clearly hopeless. When did it get to be this bad....
The tom sighed, curling his tail closer to his body. The wind picked up ever so slightly, causing his long fur to ruffle uncomfortably.
Lost in his thoughts, the tom ignored the chilling wind, and continued staring into the shadows.....