Post by Sydney on Feb 15, 2010 20:26:43 GMT -6
Early morning had come and gone, leaving the sun stretching across the sky in its place, a sign that sunhigh was quickly approaching.
Ospreyfang, had this been any other day, would have been content (or as pleased as he could ever be) with just staying in his “corner” of the camp until night. He would have then most likely gone out to go hunting or, maybe even sleep. In all truth, it depended of how comfortable he was with his clanmates at the time.
But, as it would seem, today was not “any other day” and, instead, was a very strange day.
For one thing, there were two strange kits now in the camp, not to mention three even stranger cats.
And now, now all the cats that had clumped together into the clearing were staying put, gossiping and all the like.
This (and a sleepless night filled with paranoia) was causing the tiny tom to become very, very unnerved. His mind was becoming a jumbled mess of thoughts and with every moment the strange cats stayed in the camp, it became worse. Flailing back as a cat got too close to “his” corner, the little tom's mind whirled, trying to piece together whatever was happening with the Clan.
It came up with nothing.
Flattening his ears back against his head, Ospreyfang lowered himself to the ground and slinked away from his corner. All he wanted to do right now was get away from all these cats and, the three new cats.
Especially the three new cats.
(Nastynastynasty)
They could have diseases.
(Sicksicksick)
They could attack someone.
(Nonono)
They could attack him.
(nononoNONONO)
As his mind went over all the possibilities (the bad possibilities, that is), the little warrior's ears twisted and swiveled as they caught the sound of Ravenstar addressing Harewhisker. Suddenly, Ospreyfang's mind went into overdrive, trying to decode the words the tom had heard. He had only caught sound of a jumbled handful and, the only thing he could really confirm was that Harewhisker was leaving.
Leaving camp.
(Outsideoutside)
Leaving these cats.
(yesyeyesYES)
Pressing his belly against the ground, the small tom slunk over to Harewhisker's form, his eyes darting from the tom to the clump of cats.
”Harewhisker,” His voice was soft, for Ospreyfang wasn't a very loud cat. ”Harewhisker, Haaarreewhisker.”
Swiveling his ears forward, the tom dug his claws into the soft earth for a moment.
”I want- I want- Iwanttocomewithyou. I want to leave, leaveee.”
His voice quickened pace for a moment, before softening once more.
”Please.”[/color]
Ospreyfang, had this been any other day, would have been content (or as pleased as he could ever be) with just staying in his “corner” of the camp until night. He would have then most likely gone out to go hunting or, maybe even sleep. In all truth, it depended of how comfortable he was with his clanmates at the time.
But, as it would seem, today was not “any other day” and, instead, was a very strange day.
For one thing, there were two strange kits now in the camp, not to mention three even stranger cats.
And now, now all the cats that had clumped together into the clearing were staying put, gossiping and all the like.
This (and a sleepless night filled with paranoia) was causing the tiny tom to become very, very unnerved. His mind was becoming a jumbled mess of thoughts and with every moment the strange cats stayed in the camp, it became worse. Flailing back as a cat got too close to “his” corner, the little tom's mind whirled, trying to piece together whatever was happening with the Clan.
It came up with nothing.
Flattening his ears back against his head, Ospreyfang lowered himself to the ground and slinked away from his corner. All he wanted to do right now was get away from all these cats and, the three new cats.
Especially the three new cats.
(Nastynastynasty)
They could have diseases.
(Sicksicksick)
They could attack someone.
(Nonono)
They could attack him.
(nononoNONONO)
As his mind went over all the possibilities (the bad possibilities, that is), the little warrior's ears twisted and swiveled as they caught the sound of Ravenstar addressing Harewhisker. Suddenly, Ospreyfang's mind went into overdrive, trying to decode the words the tom had heard. He had only caught sound of a jumbled handful and, the only thing he could really confirm was that Harewhisker was leaving.
Leaving camp.
(Outsideoutside)
Leaving these cats.
(yesyeyesYES)
Pressing his belly against the ground, the small tom slunk over to Harewhisker's form, his eyes darting from the tom to the clump of cats.
”Harewhisker,” His voice was soft, for Ospreyfang wasn't a very loud cat. ”Harewhisker, Haaarreewhisker.”
Swiveling his ears forward, the tom dug his claws into the soft earth for a moment.
”I want- I want- Iwanttocomewithyou. I want to leave, leaveee.”
His voice quickened pace for a moment, before softening once more.
”Please.”[/color]