all i want to get is, a little bit closer | frankie

thunder rolled over the forest, and a flash of lightning lit up the darkening sky. paws shuffled against the ground, and apprehension about going out into the territory set in. he knew that he shouldn’t be afraid of a storm, and starclan only knew if it would actually pass over windclan, but yet, the large brown tom felt as if wandering out of the camp was a bad idea. then again, staying in the camp wasn’t a particularly good idea either. he hated this place, and the cats that surrounded him. they all walked around idly with their heads so far up redstar and swiftfoot’s rear ends that they didn’t even realize how tedious and boring clan life was. the tom wished, not for the first time, that he had been born outside of the clan so that he could come and go as pleased. however, as a sworn in warrior of windclan weaselstrike knew that was not, and would never be an option.
and it ticked him off.

there was nothing worse than being cooped up in the camp, and right now, the last place he wanted to be was surrounded by his fellow warriors. well, in all honesty, the warriors weren’t that bad, it was the abundance of apprentices that really got under his skin. maybe it was the way that they were all easily friends, without a care in the world, or the fact that they, too, were ignorant o the mundane life of a clan cat. weaselstrike knew though, deep down in his heart, that he was envious of the apprentices and how easily they meshed together. the young warrior had never before know companionship such as they had, now would he even know what to do if it landed at his paws. he wasn’t exactly the most welcoming and open cat in the clan, but it wasn’t his fault. it wasn’t like he wanted to be like this, he had woken up one day and decided that he wanted to loathe his clanmates and the many relationships that they had. he was a product of the clan and their dismissal of him since he was a young age. they were the problem, and weaselstrike didn’t know if he would ever find the solution.

with a heavy sigh, the tom lowered his body down aways away from the nursery, and with his paws stretched in front of him, he gazed at the future of windclan with disdain.