Post by Amber on Oct 6, 2010 18:32:02 GMT -6
A moon had passed since her moment of weakness, a moment she would never have again. Weakness was awful, no it was beyond awful. The dark brown tabby she-cat had broke down and admitted she loved a cat. There was something wrong with her. There had to be. Her capable of love? Her heart had always been full of hatred and sharp retorts, not love. Kindness was was than showing weakness. And she had not only admitted love, but had been kind. The tom had broken through her, and somehow her tough exterior had been shattered for that moment. It seemed that everytime they were alone, the harsh front that she kept up toward others would fade a little bit, and she would become....nice.
Shrewfang had her guard up when they weren't alone, but somehow she knew she could depend on Oakstorm. She had always been independent, but finally someone came into her life where she could just relax and let him lead a little. No, the she-cat remained her harsh self when Oakstorm wasn't with her, no one would approach her and escape her wrath. At least with the new little kits in the Clan she wasn't the only half-breed. No, they were worse, they were quarter breeds. Shuddering at the thought she set a brisk pace as she trotted with her mate. It sounded weird, the word mate. But the past moon she had come to accept it, slowly but surely. Oakstorm had said he wasn't going to be a perfect mate, but what did she care, she knew she wasn't going to be anywhere near perfect. And so they had been sent on a hunting patrol. Everyone knew better than to go on patrol with Shrewfang, so she settled for just having Oakstorm with her. Not that she minded.
The tabby had led them to the Chestnut Tree. Shrewfang had not been eager to get her paws all muddy and wet slouching through the rest of the territory and have to clean her fur. She didn't mind being dirty, just cleaning up mud was a hassle. And she was wanting a nice juicy squirrel. Things worked out for the best.
Spotting one nestling nearby, she didn't wait for Oakstorm, she just took off and ended the squirrel's life with a swift blow. Now see that wasn't too hard. Carrying her squirrel back, she buried it and turned to the tom. "Your turn." she stated simply.
Shrewfang had her guard up when they weren't alone, but somehow she knew she could depend on Oakstorm. She had always been independent, but finally someone came into her life where she could just relax and let him lead a little. No, the she-cat remained her harsh self when Oakstorm wasn't with her, no one would approach her and escape her wrath. At least with the new little kits in the Clan she wasn't the only half-breed. No, they were worse, they were quarter breeds. Shuddering at the thought she set a brisk pace as she trotted with her mate. It sounded weird, the word mate. But the past moon she had come to accept it, slowly but surely. Oakstorm had said he wasn't going to be a perfect mate, but what did she care, she knew she wasn't going to be anywhere near perfect. And so they had been sent on a hunting patrol. Everyone knew better than to go on patrol with Shrewfang, so she settled for just having Oakstorm with her. Not that she minded.
The tabby had led them to the Chestnut Tree. Shrewfang had not been eager to get her paws all muddy and wet slouching through the rest of the territory and have to clean her fur. She didn't mind being dirty, just cleaning up mud was a hassle. And she was wanting a nice juicy squirrel. Things worked out for the best.
Spotting one nestling nearby, she didn't wait for Oakstorm, she just took off and ended the squirrel's life with a swift blow. Now see that wasn't too hard. Carrying her squirrel back, she buried it and turned to the tom. "Your turn." she stated simply.