Post by Phoenix on Aug 19, 2014 20:39:13 GMT -5
TRY AND DIG DOWN DEEPER IF YOU CAN
If one were given the task to find him, his current location, he expected, would be among the last places that would be considered. Perhaps that was why he was there, his gray pelt appearing unbearably dull against the backdrop of such vivid hues. In actuality, he told himself, it was curiosity that had brought him to stand silently among the wildflowers. When his mother had attempted to instill within him an appreciation for that which was not necessarily practical, she had used this clearing as an example. Though they served no purpose but to add color to the world, the flowers were beautiful, she had claimed, and the area had quickly become one of the favored places in TreeClan territory. Even though warriors could hardly make use of a flower, they still flocked to the clearing when New-Leaf arrived. Sootpaw, then a kit, had reminded her that the plants had medicinal uses, which, in fact, gave them quite more value than she had allotted. His mother had turned away, leaving him in a somewhat bewildered silence.
But here he stood now, among the flowers of his musings, and felt no less confused than he had been before. The concept that his clan mates came to the clearing to merely stand off to the side and do nothing but look at the plants was entirely foreign. How did a flower’s simple appearance earn any appreciation from what was supposed to be a relatively intelligent animal? He looked on with pale blue but saw nothing that he had not already seen: plants, some of which he knew would end up in Littletimber’s den, ready to heal the next cat that required such a remedy. The apprentice turned away.
Leaving the brilliant colors behind him in favor of the monochromatic shadows cast by the setting sun, Sootpaw disappeared back into the forest. His dark gray pelt blended in easily with the gathering darkness, and he suspected that his clan mates were all staring to turn tail and make their way back toward camp for the night. He cast a glance to the sky, which was streaked with oranges and reds that rivaled the vibrancy of the flowers behind him. Soon it would become too dark to perform any relatively productive task, so there was no point in staying out any later but to enjoy the peaceful solitude. Perhaps he ought to do the same as his clan mates. He considered it, but in the end gray paws did not move from their position. Such solitude was rare in a clan. Sootpaw ought to take advantage of it while he could.
But here he stood now, among the flowers of his musings, and felt no less confused than he had been before. The concept that his clan mates came to the clearing to merely stand off to the side and do nothing but look at the plants was entirely foreign. How did a flower’s simple appearance earn any appreciation from what was supposed to be a relatively intelligent animal? He looked on with pale blue but saw nothing that he had not already seen: plants, some of which he knew would end up in Littletimber’s den, ready to heal the next cat that required such a remedy. The apprentice turned away.
Leaving the brilliant colors behind him in favor of the monochromatic shadows cast by the setting sun, Sootpaw disappeared back into the forest. His dark gray pelt blended in easily with the gathering darkness, and he suspected that his clan mates were all staring to turn tail and make their way back toward camp for the night. He cast a glance to the sky, which was streaked with oranges and reds that rivaled the vibrancy of the flowers behind him. Soon it would become too dark to perform any relatively productive task, so there was no point in staying out any later but to enjoy the peaceful solitude. Perhaps he ought to do the same as his clan mates. He considered it, but in the end gray paws did not move from their position. Such solitude was rare in a clan. Sootpaw ought to take advantage of it while he could.
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