Post by Phoenix on Oct 7, 2012 19:41:24 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][CS=2] Ratfur of NightClan ill be king undisputed. respected. saluted. |
[style=height: 300px;] [style=height: 75px; background-color: #000000; width: 100px; padding: 2px; border: 2px outset #254117;]words: 374 notes: -- credits: [style=font-size: 8px;]Cat from here Be Prepared - Lion King |
Day in and day out. It was all rather tiring, if anyone asked him. But no one asked him, of course, because no one knew. And that was the important part. Even if that meant he had to suffer through little shows of sympathy directed at him, the thinly veiled distaste hidden behind the pity. They thought him lower than they were, just because he could not hunt or fight very well. They thought that he was a weak thing, never going to accomplish anything in this life. It was sickening. It meant that his ploy was working. He both loved and hated it.
Ducking his head, Ratfur entered the warrior's den, briefly glancing around to see it empty. He had not expected any different, of course, as normal cats took this time to share tongues and tell stories of the day. Honestly, he saw no appeal to this gossiping about others, and though he usually stuck around to try and listen in on the rumor mill, the tom had little patience for it tonight. He was tired and his patience was dangling by a thread. There had been a particularly embarassing hunting attempt involving a frog and some mud that his whole patrol had seen. All he wanted to do was go to sleep and wait for this day to end. Only in sleep could he find his refuge and completely relax.
From his nest, which was in a prime spot close to the center of the den due to his position as Blackwolf's little minion, green eyes found the entrance of the den. Though the temptation of sleep was very strong, he did not want to be found that vulnerable by a clanmate. Preferably not ever, but definitely when he was alone. Ratfur quieted his breathing as he settled down, curled up in his nest. In calm, long strokes, he began to lick off the remaining mud off of his chest fur, listening to the silence. Or was it? Alert ears flicked as they caught the sound of approaching footsteps. The dark tom briefly paused in his grooming, watching the entrance out of the corner of his eyes while acting as though he was oblivious to the newcomer's arrival.
[/td][/tr][tr][td][CS=2]Ducking his head, Ratfur entered the warrior's den, briefly glancing around to see it empty. He had not expected any different, of course, as normal cats took this time to share tongues and tell stories of the day. Honestly, he saw no appeal to this gossiping about others, and though he usually stuck around to try and listen in on the rumor mill, the tom had little patience for it tonight. He was tired and his patience was dangling by a thread. There had been a particularly embarassing hunting attempt involving a frog and some mud that his whole patrol had seen. All he wanted to do was go to sleep and wait for this day to end. Only in sleep could he find his refuge and completely relax.
From his nest, which was in a prime spot close to the center of the den due to his position as Blackwolf's little minion, green eyes found the entrance of the den. Though the temptation of sleep was very strong, he did not want to be found that vulnerable by a clanmate. Preferably not ever, but definitely when he was alone. Ratfur quieted his breathing as he settled down, curled up in his nest. In calm, long strokes, he began to lick off the remaining mud off of his chest fur, listening to the silence. Or was it? Alert ears flicked as they caught the sound of approaching footsteps. The dark tom briefly paused in his grooming, watching the entrance out of the corner of his eyes while acting as though he was oblivious to the newcomer's arrival.
and seen for the wonder i am.
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