Post by ° i c y - - on Jul 23, 2010 20:25:42 GMT -6
Time and time again, a silver and white warrior comes out of the pine-covered forest. And again, the warrior heads toward the Thunderpath, his intentions running through his devious mind. His eyes were narrowed into sky blue slits, and his lips curled into a snarl. How dare Specklestar bring two WindClan kits to the camp? Who cares if Foxfur mated with a WindClan queen? This warrior's intentions had no room for half-Clan kits, or warriors, for that matter. One day, he would rule the Clans, but only as the simple minded warrior everyone thinks he is. Friends had no place in his cold, damp heart.
Ripplefang stared intently at the Thunderpath, his fur slick with the monster fumes engulfing it. His head was held high with authority, and his tail was curled over his back. The memories of the battle that he once faced many moons ago rang through his memories, like a wasp making honey. He remembered his sister and brother in the battle, Rushwind just recovering from his unknown sickness. The warriors of WindClan had killed his family, and Foxfur fell in love with Rivermist, a WindClan she-cat. Whatever happened, he wished he died that day. He wished that his family was alive still. But wishes will never come true. He learned the hard way.
As he watched the monsters pass, he spotted prey on ThunderClan's side of the border. A small mouse was scurrying around, nibbling on buds from a fern plant. He wished he could just go over and kill it, bringing it back to camp for the new kits. For now, he just watched as it rushed away, back toward his hiding place. Sure, he watched that same mouse for about a moon, and no patrol caught it yet. Pathetic. A mouse outsmarted a cat, how stupid is that? He snarled to himself, speaking in a low tone. "How dare you not follow it and kill it? Are you worried that a monster would get you?" He closed his eyes, then laid on the thin layer of grass around him. "Call yourself a warrior? You would rather be better off dead!" he murmured, his tail laid on the ground, ears flattened against his head.
[/size][/color]Ripplefang stared intently at the Thunderpath, his fur slick with the monster fumes engulfing it. His head was held high with authority, and his tail was curled over his back. The memories of the battle that he once faced many moons ago rang through his memories, like a wasp making honey. He remembered his sister and brother in the battle, Rushwind just recovering from his unknown sickness. The warriors of WindClan had killed his family, and Foxfur fell in love with Rivermist, a WindClan she-cat. Whatever happened, he wished he died that day. He wished that his family was alive still. But wishes will never come true. He learned the hard way.
As he watched the monsters pass, he spotted prey on ThunderClan's side of the border. A small mouse was scurrying around, nibbling on buds from a fern plant. He wished he could just go over and kill it, bringing it back to camp for the new kits. For now, he just watched as it rushed away, back toward his hiding place. Sure, he watched that same mouse for about a moon, and no patrol caught it yet. Pathetic. A mouse outsmarted a cat, how stupid is that? He snarled to himself, speaking in a low tone. "How dare you not follow it and kill it? Are you worried that a monster would get you?" He closed his eyes, then laid on the thin layer of grass around him. "Call yourself a warrior? You would rather be better off dead!" he murmured, his tail laid on the ground, ears flattened against his head.