Post by Deleted on Dec 15, 2018 23:42:55 GMT -5
AMBITION IS A POOR EXCUSE FOR NOT HAVING SENSE ENOUGH TO BE LAZY.
Birchfrost usually slept late, but he was rudely awakened for a border patrol at a time he rarely sees: morning so early that the sun hadn't groomed away any of the darkness from its pelt. The moon still shone in the blackness, branches stretching towards the sky, their jagged and complex silhouettes ominous in the still, quiet morning. Snow had begun to fall just as the silver tabby tom exited the camp, and the soft patter of flakes hitting the cold, hard ground made him shiver. Who in Starclan's name gets up this early? It's dark, cold, an'...an' uncalled for! The clan had made sure to exclude him from as many hunting patrols as they could, for there were suspicions. He knew they blamed him for eating more than his fair share, but they didn't understand!
'ey a bally warrior's gotta eat mate, now 'ow am I supposed ta bring back food for ya if I can't bloody well stand, eh? I tell ya...they jus' don' get it. I'm deprived already an' still protectin' this bloomin' place. Birchfrost thought, flicking his paws in disgust as he waited for the rest of the cats supposed to be gathering. "Meet us out front right now you big oaf." He said. Well mate, I'm bloody well waitin' out here and there in't a soul around. Typical. The tom mused sourly, tail flicking in irritation. It was the usual though: Birchfrost was always laughing stock.
"Blokes prob'bly just all laughs somewhere cozy n' warm. An' 'ere I am ready ta go waitin' for em. Where'd the blighters run off too, eh?" Birchfrost muttered tiredly, fur fluffed up angrily as he watched the snow fall lazily.
All of a sudden, the tom heard a loud meow from the entrance behind him.
"Let's just go he's probably still fast aslee-"
Four warriors almost jumped on top of him as they exited the camp.
"Blimey mate where've ya been! I've been waitin' on ya out 'ere fer ages!" The silver tabby pulled himself to his paws and stretched, a handful of cats glaring accusingly at him. "Now jus' one second there mates, I've been waitin' outside for ya. When did we start meetin' inside o' camp, eh? I thought we all-"
"Let's go." An irate tom cut him off with a growl, heading towards the Nightclan border.
"Er, right mate. That's just wot I was about ta say, eh? Birchfrost swallowed nervously, letting off an awkward chuckle. He was truly confused at everyone's brusque and ill mood. The silver tabby tagged along at the back of the patrol, and although he was with his clanmates, he felt more alone than he had felt in a long time. It's just cold outside. The blokes are prob'bly just under the weather a bit, eh? Birchfrost thought, silently reassuring himself.
Though deep down, he suspected it was more complicated than that.
45 Moons - Warrior - TreeClan
Birchfrost
Tags: @zen
Notes: Any one of your TC guys interested?
Notes: Any one of your TC guys interested?