Post by Ghost the Undead Goddess on Nov 30, 2018 3:38:32 GMT -5
Cobrashadow
Beware the Coiled Snake
You got your rules and your religion
All designed to keep you safe
But when rules start getting broken
You start questionin' your faith
His sister's words echoed almost annoyingly within his skull as the golden spotted tom finally squeezed through the entrance of the camp, returning after a successful hunting trip by himself. The senior warrior had managed to snag a vole near the border Stoneclan shared with Rainclan, caught the rodent before it tried to slip away to the other clan's territory.
Wide paws kept pushing the grump tom through the camp, fierce green eyes searching out one cat in particular. His temper was finally starting to simmer, though his mind still replayed the fang snapping fight he had gone through with his deputy days prior. It had left him feeling like he had been rubbed the wrong way, and it burned up underneath his pelt
He had no good reason for why it could possibly be bothering him so much. Nothing had ever managed to unsettle him like this before, and the continue nagging to make it right finally drove him to the point where he accepted his manipulative sister's help in order to right the wrong he had committed. Which, was a struggle within itself at times.
Logically, Cobrashadow believed his arguement was correct. But he wasn't a very emotional cat, sure he felt guilty that he wasn't able to be there to save those Stoneclan cats that were lost, but dwelling on that wasn't going to help him become a better warrior in hopes to prevent that in the future.
But emotionally... Cobrashadow hadn't been serious attached to any of those lost. Nor was he there the night their lives were so tragically lost. Nor was he the deputy of Stoneclan, so he did not feel the burden of that weight aided with the pains of the heart. And, what he said could have easily come across as cruel and cold-hearted.
Though that was not his intention.
Orbs the color of green flames finally landed on the diluted calico pelt of Smokestorm, leading Cobrashadow as he padded his way over to where she stood. Bowing his head in respect, the golden spotted tom placed the freshly killed vole at his deputy's paws. "I brought you this as a peace offering." His voice was deep as always, though seemed to be void of any sarcasm for the moment.
He hoped she liked vole.
Taking a step back, the handsome senior warrior dropped his haunches so that he could sit, curling his trail around wide paws while holding her green gaze with his own similarly colored pools. "I wanted to apologize..." Cobrashadow trailed off, flickering the ear atop his head that had a deep V shaped notch within the flesh. Despite his attempts at being serious, the crooked position of his jaw kept that faint smirk upon his muzzle.
"Not only for the way I spoke to you... but for what I said." Cobrashadow shifted a wide foot to get comfortable, though he was definitely not pleased with admitting to the fact that he was wrong. Though he could feel the weight roll from his shoulders as he found himself telling the truth. Oddly enough, he wondered if he had actually hurt this fiery she-cat's feelings. Which again, had not been his intentions.
Wide paws kept pushing the grump tom through the camp, fierce green eyes searching out one cat in particular. His temper was finally starting to simmer, though his mind still replayed the fang snapping fight he had gone through with his deputy days prior. It had left him feeling like he had been rubbed the wrong way, and it burned up underneath his pelt
He had no good reason for why it could possibly be bothering him so much. Nothing had ever managed to unsettle him like this before, and the continue nagging to make it right finally drove him to the point where he accepted his manipulative sister's help in order to right the wrong he had committed. Which, was a struggle within itself at times.
Logically, Cobrashadow believed his arguement was correct. But he wasn't a very emotional cat, sure he felt guilty that he wasn't able to be there to save those Stoneclan cats that were lost, but dwelling on that wasn't going to help him become a better warrior in hopes to prevent that in the future.
But emotionally... Cobrashadow hadn't been serious attached to any of those lost. Nor was he there the night their lives were so tragically lost. Nor was he the deputy of Stoneclan, so he did not feel the burden of that weight aided with the pains of the heart. And, what he said could have easily come across as cruel and cold-hearted.
Though that was not his intention.
Orbs the color of green flames finally landed on the diluted calico pelt of Smokestorm, leading Cobrashadow as he padded his way over to where she stood. Bowing his head in respect, the golden spotted tom placed the freshly killed vole at his deputy's paws. "I brought you this as a peace offering." His voice was deep as always, though seemed to be void of any sarcasm for the moment.
He hoped she liked vole.
Taking a step back, the handsome senior warrior dropped his haunches so that he could sit, curling his trail around wide paws while holding her green gaze with his own similarly colored pools. "I wanted to apologize..." Cobrashadow trailed off, flickering the ear atop his head that had a deep V shaped notch within the flesh. Despite his attempts at being serious, the crooked position of his jaw kept that faint smirk upon his muzzle.
"Not only for the way I spoke to you... but for what I said." Cobrashadow shifted a wide foot to get comfortable, though he was definitely not pleased with admitting to the fact that he was wrong. Though he could feel the weight roll from his shoulders as he found himself telling the truth. Oddly enough, he wondered if he had actually hurt this fiery she-cat's feelings. Which again, had not been his intentions.
I have a voice that is my savior
Hates to love and loves to hate
I have a voice that has the knowledge
