Post by Deleted on Apr 4, 2016 17:19:50 GMT
and i'll survive, paranoid
i have lost the will to change
and i am not proud, cold-blooded fake
sometimes being around his clanmates proved to be a little too much for the dark brown tabby tom. no, scratch that. it always proved to be too much for him to handle. the amount of cats that wandered around with their noses up the back sides of swiftfoot and redstar never failed to make his blood boil and his stomach turn sour. the amount of respect those two cats got from his fellow windclanners was definitely unwarranted in his boldest opinion. so, when he found himself ready to retch, he would duck out, without so much as a mumbled word as to where his destination was. the only good thing about being a pariah was the fact that nearly no one gave two fox dung about where he was. he couldn't say with a straight face that it bothered him.i will shut the world away
on this particular day, he awoke to hear his clanmates babbling about insignificant things and he was instantly annoyed. with his head down, and his tail flicking behind him as the only sign that he was less than pleased, he slipped away from a morning hunting patrol. out on the moors, the tom could breathe. the wind in his fur washed away the annoyance, and it was really the only time that a smile touched his eyes, and not just his maw. today, the wind was howling in his ears, drowning out all sounds, but he didn't mind. with the warm ball of fire beating down upon his dark brown pelt, he knew almost immediately where his paws were taking him. most apprentices were out training, due to the early hour, and he knew that he would not be disturbed.
flicking his ear at a far too curious beetle, he took in a deep breath and held, savouring the unadulterated air before breathing it out. shaking out his pelt, he gathered his haunches beneath him, and leaped effortlessly onto the boulders that surrounded outlook rock. he let his hind end rest upon the sun-warmed stone, and a smirk found its way onto his features.
@fennec
