Of Right and Wrong [Sandstar, OPEN] Dec 31, 2012 21:08:45 GMT -5
Post by Fawntastic on Dec 31, 2012 21:08:45 GMT -5
Tracking the leader of RainClan had not been as horrendously difficult as he'd expected it; though the tom had, by all means, much more experience than Russetpaw would ever hope to have any time soon, the sandy warrior-tom had not exactly been trying to cover up his path through RainClan territory. What propelled the young ruddy tom's paws forward, was a question more of a moral or philosophical nature, which might seem unusual for the apprentice who was usually more interested in battle-glory and seeing as much as there was to see of this world, but that was just everyone underestimating him again.[/color]
A leader was more than a brawny warrior with an undefeated streak; they were fair, and they used their brains for more than just battle moves. Russetpaw had learned that the moment Razorfang had become the Clan deputy; his mentor was one of the smartest cats he knew. While there were other intelligent cats and other battle-savvy cats, Razorfang had had the perfect combination that made him such a powerful ally and a terrifying adversary.
So he'd started doing a little thinking of his own.
The handsome, ruddy young tom, so near to his warrior ceremony, felt his muscles, smooth as butter as they shifted into a hunter's crouch upon sighting a familiar pale-ginger pelt. Sandstar! Found you! Rather than go bowling into the older tom like he would've done in his younger moons, Russetpaw stalled, not daring to move as he opened his mouth, scenting the air, listening for sounds of prey animals or anyone conversing with their leader.
The last thing Russetpaw wanted to do was interrupt Sandstar during an important hunt.
Relieved that it did not appear to be the case, Russetpaw jumped over a small, frozen brook, his claws appearing only briefly out of reflex, not wanting to slip on the snowy bank and injure himself in such a stupid manner. Upon crossing it safely, Russetpaw shook the clumps of snow from his dense, deep red coat, lifting his voice in a pleasant greeting, though getting right to the purpose of his visit;
"Hello Sandstar! I hope the hunting is going well - can I talk to you, if you aren't busy?"
There had been something bothering him lately, and Russetpaw knew he wouldn't find any peace of mind until he shared these thoughts with someone whose opinion he could truly count on.