Post by Scribblez!! on May 19, 2009 14:16:45 GMT -8
But I could never have told you.
Quietly, stalking, Fadedstripe made his way through the camp. Pausing every few moments to check his surroundings. It was a quiet, normal day in the camp.
MY camp, MY clan. Where MY loyalties lie. The young tom thought to himself. He froze for a moment, looking at the nursery. His heart grew heavy as he thought of his old mate, Mistpelt. She had died from badger wounds. They had never had kits, but he would give up every kit in the clan if he could just have his mate back.
He started walking again, laughing silently at the thought that she could come back. She's StarClan's now, no use in wishing she were mine again. That was what he had always thought, and what he always will. Love, such an odd thing. What good came from it, other then new warriors? There was no such thing.
I would think differently, Mistpelt. If you were here with me. He was talking to himself, frowning.
He decided to go hunting. Alone. He was in no mood to talk at the moment, he was always in a bad mood after thinking of the silver she-cat. He was padding to the entrance of the camp, when he paused, for just a slight second.
Am I being silly? The tom wondered. For a slight heartbeat he pondered if he should tell the clan leader. He decided it would be best to get an entire hunting patrol, but it was getting late. Sighing, the tom turned and started to walk towards the leaders den.
Word count, Two hundred eighty-four.
Muse: Bryan's coming over, get's me hyper xD.
Music: Scream for my Icecream, BOTDF.
Notes: Yo. YO YO. Yeah, I said it twice.
MY camp, MY clan. Where MY loyalties lie. The young tom thought to himself. He froze for a moment, looking at the nursery. His heart grew heavy as he thought of his old mate, Mistpelt. She had died from badger wounds. They had never had kits, but he would give up every kit in the clan if he could just have his mate back.
He started walking again, laughing silently at the thought that she could come back. She's StarClan's now, no use in wishing she were mine again. That was what he had always thought, and what he always will. Love, such an odd thing. What good came from it, other then new warriors? There was no such thing.
I would think differently, Mistpelt. If you were here with me. He was talking to himself, frowning.
He decided to go hunting. Alone. He was in no mood to talk at the moment, he was always in a bad mood after thinking of the silver she-cat. He was padding to the entrance of the camp, when he paused, for just a slight second.
Am I being silly? The tom wondered. For a slight heartbeat he pondered if he should tell the clan leader. He decided it would be best to get an entire hunting patrol, but it was getting late. Sighing, the tom turned and started to walk towards the leaders den.
Word count, Two hundred eighty-four.
Muse: Bryan's coming over, get's me hyper xD.
Music: Scream for my Icecream, BOTDF.
Notes: Yo. YO YO. Yeah, I said it twice.