Post by Deleted on Aug 10, 2016 18:04:48 GMT
stormstrike
WARRIOR OF SKYCLAN
The sunlight entered the warrior's den, slowly awaking the inhabitants to another day. He could feel bodies start to lift themselves and even heard a few felines yawning with morning drowsiness. The warrior, who slept in the middle ring of sleeping bodies, opened up his eyes and noticed the felines that were starting to leave already. He knew that there were two types of cats that left early - the ones that worked hard and wanted an early start and those that just were too energetic for their own good. He himself was usually in the first category, so he stood up on his paws and let out a yawn of his own. Flicking his tail, he looked at the sleeping bodies around him and padded out of the den, being careful to not step on another vital, but at the same time nudging a few warriors here and there in order to speed up the process.
As the warrior entered the main camp, his eyes squinted against the bright light that found its way through the forest's roof. His eyes gazed over to the apprentice's den and the nursery, thinking about all the memories that he had of his siblings. He didn't have any dreams of Jaypaw last night, but it was the first time in a long while that he slept like a rock. She had a tendency to plague his dreams after her death. He often thought about them as nightmares, but there are times when his mind just plays a memory of their time together. It was odd to him sometimes, that even though he had lost Lionleaf and Russetfoot as well, thy never came to him like Jaypaw did. He knew it was because he blamed himself for her death since he knew he should've pushed her to train more, but he guesses that a big part of it was that she never got to be a warrior, where his brothers managed to get there. It sure didn't help that his half-sister, Blackpaw, also ended up passing away before she became a warrior. He often wondered just how Eaglefang took that.
And then there was Tigerpaw.
His eyes trailed to the medicine cat's den and he scoffed in their direction. He couldn't understand why Tigerpaw would do that to herself. Their family didn't have a good track record, something she should be aware of by now. Only one kit has lived to warrior-hood in each of their mother's litters. Between her and Snakepaw, there was a good chance she would be the one who wouldn't survive. Especially with the stupid decision she made to abandon her warrior training, she was at a disadvantage compared to Snakepaw. Stormstrike couldn't fathom why she was so against training. She didn't have to like it, she just had to do it. It's for your own good, he always thought when he looked at her, but even as a kit he could see the lack of interest in her eyes and when a cat lacks interest, they don't do it. Or they slack of. "I just don't understand it." Plus, he knew she was a smart feline - it ran in the family. If she had trained hard, she could've been a great warrior. Heck, he might have even enjoyed sparring with her. But she seemed satisfied enough to play around with herbs and he had no say in what she did with her life.
An he didn't want a say. he was tired of being hurt by the deaths of his family members and he was not going to let himself get hurt by decisions she could have made better. Flicking his tail, the dark gray tom went to the prey pile, grabbed a bird, and went to eat it in peace. Afterwards he would go out hunting to help replenish the pile.
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