you're a terrible spy, [alee] Mar 17, 2016 1:09:45 GMT
Post by aurum on Mar 17, 2016 1:09:45 GMT
[ ABSOLUTELY HATED ] WORKING WITH YOU, [ PERIL ]
❝eurgh, this is so gross. why did shadowclan have to live here out of all places? starclan, is that a plant or a severed rat's tail? with this starclan-awful lighting, the forest may never know. lynxchaser wrinkled his salmon-colored nose in disgust, swallowing down the bile rising threateningly in his throat. vomiting now would only add to the horrid decor of the boggy marsh he was currently attempting to wade through, and it was already not a pretty sight to see. the pads of his paws were slimy and squelched disgustingly with every tentative step the tom took. dried and decaying pieces of foliage clung to striped legs. thinking of thunderclan's and skyclan's sprawling, lush, clean territory, lynxchaser was green with envy. he cringed at the sanity the founders of his clan seemed to have had back then in thinking that the deep, dark marshes on this side of the woods would make a good home.
silvery pelt streaked with inkiest black stuck out against the dreary backdrop of shadowclan lands. the croaks of frogs, the squish of his foot hitting the muddy ground, and the occasional slightly-hair-raising creepy noise were the only things to fill the otherwise silent atmosphere. “starclan, remind me why i chose to go here for training when i could just as easily gone to the pines instead,” he grumbled in a low whisper, the sting of the words directed at himself. of course, lynxchaser knew exactly why he chose to bring spottedpaw to the marshes that sun-high - shadowclan's main sources of prey were the slippery amphibians inhabiting the territory as well as the various lizards and creepy-crawlies no other clan would allow themselves to ingest. lynxchaser himself preferred the drier prey, but he'd basically be called a kittypet if he indulged in richer tastes (and it wasn't like he could always cross borders and steal prey without anyone noticing; it was too much of an excursion to be of worth.)
scampering onto the most solid patch of ground he could find, lynxchaser set to shake the mud and murky water out of his pelt. “i just groomed it, too. oh, the things i do for rosestar and this clan. i should get an award and my own personal den and assistant.” the very least he could do, however, was look presentable for his apprentice on their training day; he could worry about suggesting his own living space to rosestar when he got back.
[ PS ] alee poor lynx doesn't want to be here; it took so long for him to groom his fur today xD