Post by alpine on Mar 23, 2016 4:32:53 GMT
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SEARCHING IN THE DARKNESS
WE ARE CREATURES OF THE NIGHT
RUNNING FROM THE DAY
SkyClan
Birds, trees, sunrise, order, climbers, newleaf, prey, hunter, cats, corpses, blood.
Will was drawn to SkyClan like rats to roadkill, fire to a drought, flies to scraps. It wasn't explainable, but then nothing interesting ever was. Sure he wandered, sure his den was elsewhere and he would never leave his trophies, but when he had spare time he spent it here. Maybe it was the apprentices, so trusting; maybe it was the rush of a constant threat from a vigilant leader. Maybe it was the sweet scents in the air of fresh prey and fallen leaves and a newleaf breeze.
Maybe it was the savage joy of prancing around behind that old fool's back. Barkstep. Bark and his precious Clan, but he could never protect them when they ran straight to Will. Gramps could grow as many thorns as he wanted to, but he was blind to the fact that he was merely trapping himself in with Will.
Not that Will meant any immediate harm to the clueless cats of the climber clan. No, Will was the type for long term commitments. Success hinged on trust, as he knew so well, and trust grew from burying a kernel of endearment in a mound of time and sprinkling with a few easy smiles now and then. Simple, really, nothing a sweet gray runt couldn't pull off. He kept a carefully organized mental tally of his personal projects and which stages of growth they had reached.
Cheerfully, Will all but skipped across the forest floor on weightless paws, any lighter and he would have sprouted wings right there and then. Hmm...that would have made for an spectacular day. Too bad. He'd simply woken up on the right side if the pile with a smile on his kitlike face and spirits higher than the clouds. Everything was going his way. Bottom line, he was on top if the world in every possible way. The clans were slowly collapsing, the sun was rising; he could have hugged Jack in this mood. Well, maybe not quite that far.
A tingle down his spine turned up the edges of his mouth in a wild grin as he located the cause. There, none other than Gramps' tiny little protege, and alone. Will had been simply dying to meet him but that warrior was nothing if not thorough. Even if he had sunk lower than ever before, he could still keep Will away in ever possible way when he wanted to.
"Hey there, kid! You're out early!" He called cheerfully, while subtly shifting to remain downwind.
alee || You thought you were free?
Birds, trees, sunrise, order, climbers, newleaf, prey, hunter, cats, corpses, blood.
Will was drawn to SkyClan like rats to roadkill, fire to a drought, flies to scraps. It wasn't explainable, but then nothing interesting ever was. Sure he wandered, sure his den was elsewhere and he would never leave his trophies, but when he had spare time he spent it here. Maybe it was the apprentices, so trusting; maybe it was the rush of a constant threat from a vigilant leader. Maybe it was the sweet scents in the air of fresh prey and fallen leaves and a newleaf breeze.
Maybe it was the savage joy of prancing around behind that old fool's back. Barkstep. Bark and his precious Clan, but he could never protect them when they ran straight to Will. Gramps could grow as many thorns as he wanted to, but he was blind to the fact that he was merely trapping himself in with Will.
Not that Will meant any immediate harm to the clueless cats of the climber clan. No, Will was the type for long term commitments. Success hinged on trust, as he knew so well, and trust grew from burying a kernel of endearment in a mound of time and sprinkling with a few easy smiles now and then. Simple, really, nothing a sweet gray runt couldn't pull off. He kept a carefully organized mental tally of his personal projects and which stages of growth they had reached.
Cheerfully, Will all but skipped across the forest floor on weightless paws, any lighter and he would have sprouted wings right there and then. Hmm...that would have made for an spectacular day. Too bad. He'd simply woken up on the right side if the pile with a smile on his kitlike face and spirits higher than the clouds. Everything was going his way. Bottom line, he was on top if the world in every possible way. The clans were slowly collapsing, the sun was rising; he could have hugged Jack in this mood. Well, maybe not quite that far.
A tingle down his spine turned up the edges of his mouth in a wild grin as he located the cause. There, none other than Gramps' tiny little protege, and alone. Will had been simply dying to meet him but that warrior was nothing if not thorough. Even if he had sunk lower than ever before, he could still keep Will away in ever possible way when he wanted to.
"Hey there, kid! You're out early!" He called cheerfully, while subtly shifting to remain downwind.
alee || You thought you were free?
