Post by Deleted on Mar 6, 2016 2:27:41 GMT
Tag: alee Word:240
Poppypelt had always loved the oaks that grew on the clan territory. She could often be found there when she vanished from camp, which was often. Why would she want to stay in camp where no one looked at her, spoke to her, or acknowledged she existed. Not that it wasn't her own fault of course, she had always been too shy, too quiet, too withdrawn, and in general too much of an introvert to be too involved with anyone in the clan. The only one she had ever had more then a ten word conversation with was her sister. She never even spoke to their mother very much. In the oaks, she could forget all that, forget she was alone in a clan surrounded by others, forget that she was so very unlikely to ever get what she truly wanted: Kits. Not unless she got over she shyness and just ask a tom with nice genes if he wants to leave behind more offspring. She was not one to believe in 'true love', or think she would ever be lucky enough to actually find love. She simply wanted kits of her own, and a strong healthy male to give them to her. She didn't even care if he was involved, or even claimed the kits, it was unlikely that she would have anything to do with the father once she was pregnant anyway.
Poppypelt tried not to think too much of her predicament, she was young and still had time, and maybe she would happen to meet a rouge passing through. Non clan cats were always easier to talk to for some reason. Maybe because they did not know her already, and she could be any cat she wanted to be. In her clan she just stayed quiet and kept to herself. She kept her nose out of other cat's business and did not speak to any cat unless she had to. Sometimes she could not believe how terribly and tragically boring her life was.
She was currently entertaining herself by lying on her back under some kind of berry bush, she never payed attention and did not know what kind, and was stretching a lazy paw up to cause the berries to fall in small piles on either side of her shiny white stomach. She flicked her long fluffy tail lazily, not paying the slightest attention to what was going on around her, her thoughts where on knocking berries to the ground, and what coat colors she liked best.
Poppypelt had always loved the oaks that grew on the clan territory. She could often be found there when she vanished from camp, which was often. Why would she want to stay in camp where no one looked at her, spoke to her, or acknowledged she existed. Not that it wasn't her own fault of course, she had always been too shy, too quiet, too withdrawn, and in general too much of an introvert to be too involved with anyone in the clan. The only one she had ever had more then a ten word conversation with was her sister. She never even spoke to their mother very much. In the oaks, she could forget all that, forget she was alone in a clan surrounded by others, forget that she was so very unlikely to ever get what she truly wanted: Kits. Not unless she got over she shyness and just ask a tom with nice genes if he wants to leave behind more offspring. She was not one to believe in 'true love', or think she would ever be lucky enough to actually find love. She simply wanted kits of her own, and a strong healthy male to give them to her. She didn't even care if he was involved, or even claimed the kits, it was unlikely that she would have anything to do with the father once she was pregnant anyway.
Poppypelt tried not to think too much of her predicament, she was young and still had time, and maybe she would happen to meet a rouge passing through. Non clan cats were always easier to talk to for some reason. Maybe because they did not know her already, and she could be any cat she wanted to be. In her clan she just stayed quiet and kept to herself. She kept her nose out of other cat's business and did not speak to any cat unless she had to. Sometimes she could not believe how terribly and tragically boring her life was.
She was currently entertaining herself by lying on her back under some kind of berry bush, she never payed attention and did not know what kind, and was stretching a lazy paw up to cause the berries to fall in small piles on either side of her shiny white stomach. She flicked her long fluffy tail lazily, not paying the slightest attention to what was going on around her, her thoughts where on knocking berries to the ground, and what coat colors she liked best.
