Post by Yoko on Nov 11, 2009 15:00:29 GMT -6
The large starry pelted tom padded swiftly towards the lake, from which he would see all of the happenings bellow. His long thick fur floated around him giving him a cloud-like appearance. As he sat there, content at the lake's edge, he could have easily been mistaken for a kittypet. His soft expression, plump shape, and well-groomed fur were far too docile in appearance for a cat that Thunderclan had once called leader!
Bushstar was wise and slow to move as of late. Starclan had taken much of the fire in his eyes. His mind was still full of new ideas and thoughts but being dead and at peace for so long had left his mind jumbled and discontinuous. He looked young, but tended to ramble like any elder would. His mind was too clever for it's own good. Still, he had managed to keep quite a bit of his old arrogance. He was still the smartest cat around! He had just moved to a bigger arena was all. One where he didn't have to prove himself, so he would forever hold his pride.
Looking down, he marveled at the mousebrained conversations taking place in the Gathering. Didn't they realize that they were giving valuable information away? A Riverclan apprentice had just confessed that his brother had gone missing! A Windclan she-cat had just been talking about disatisfaction with half-born kits!
The Shadowclan cats at least seemed to have some sense. They were concealing their troubles fairly well. But then, that's what Shadowclan cats do.
Then there was Thunderclan. Bushstar shook his head in pity. His once mighty Clan, once boasting about its many kits, gone. Dwindling to its last few warriors, a few measly apprentices, and one scrawny tom kit with a bad attitude. Was this really the end for them? He'd tried so hard to think of some way to salvage them, but all involved trampling the Warrior Code, which forbade mates outside of one's own Clan. Naturally, he kept those thoughts to himself. If his Clan must dissolve, let them do it with dignity...
Bushstar was wise and slow to move as of late. Starclan had taken much of the fire in his eyes. His mind was still full of new ideas and thoughts but being dead and at peace for so long had left his mind jumbled and discontinuous. He looked young, but tended to ramble like any elder would. His mind was too clever for it's own good. Still, he had managed to keep quite a bit of his old arrogance. He was still the smartest cat around! He had just moved to a bigger arena was all. One where he didn't have to prove himself, so he would forever hold his pride.
Looking down, he marveled at the mousebrained conversations taking place in the Gathering. Didn't they realize that they were giving valuable information away? A Riverclan apprentice had just confessed that his brother had gone missing! A Windclan she-cat had just been talking about disatisfaction with half-born kits!
The Shadowclan cats at least seemed to have some sense. They were concealing their troubles fairly well. But then, that's what Shadowclan cats do.
Then there was Thunderclan. Bushstar shook his head in pity. His once mighty Clan, once boasting about its many kits, gone. Dwindling to its last few warriors, a few measly apprentices, and one scrawny tom kit with a bad attitude. Was this really the end for them? He'd tried so hard to think of some way to salvage them, but all involved trampling the Warrior Code, which forbade mates outside of one's own Clan. Naturally, he kept those thoughts to himself. If his Clan must dissolve, let them do it with dignity...
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