Post by Deleted on Apr 11, 2016 1:43:15 GMT
and i'll survive, paranoid
i have lost the will to change
and i am not proud, cold-blooded fake
unbeknownst to most of his clan, the tabby warrior had been out since the sun had first peaked over the horizon, and the amount of prey that was covered lightly by a layer of soil and grass, would be more than enough to ensure that too many questions were not asked. it would save some uncomfortable confrontations from swiftfoot and redstar alike – something that was definitely not high up on his to do list. for some undetermined reason, weaselstrike had woken up with an uneasy feeling deep in his gut, and staying in the camp did not seem like a very good option. however, weaselstrike did know that if he was out of camp for any length of time, there would be questions. he knew that if one of his fellow warriors had been out and about before even the dawn patrol had left, he would be wondering if there was something else going on. knowing his clanmates though, he had feeling there would be assumptions about where he is. i will shut the world away
striking a rabbit down and snapping its spinal cord, the brooding warrior let out a heavy sigh. weaselstrike felt like he had a cat pressing his paws against his chest, and it was causing him great distress. he couldn’t put his paw on it, but he felt an odd urge to talk to somebody. he couldn’t remember the last time he divulged his inner most thoughts to one of his clanmates. thinking back on it, weaselstrike shuddered every so slightly. when was the last time he spoke to his mother? he had only really seen her in passing, not giving her even a second thought. she knew where she stood in his life, and unfortunately for her it was pretty low. guilt threatened to gnaw at his insides at that thought, but he squished it down. he had no reason to feel guilty really, she had bossed him around since he was a kit, and he wasn’t about to get bossed around as a fully fledged warrior. snorting at the thought, the tom kicked dirt over the rabbit and noted its location for later.
stepping lightly along the edge of the gorge, the tom felt his heart rate quicken and his paws start to itch. weaselstrike wasn’t particularly fond of this section of the territory, but it made him feel powerful when he was walking along it. day dreams of battles with riverclan danced through his mind as he made the way to the border between the two clans, and where the edges of their territories touched fourtrees. shaking his pelt out, he sank down to the ground behind a bundle of bushes and rested his head on his paws, staring absentmindedly across the gorge and into riverclan.
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