The World On A String [ Brokensong!] Jan 14, 2013 23:47:21 GMT -5
Post by Fawntastic on Jan 14, 2013 23:47:21 GMT -5
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Shatani was in one of those moods again. You know, the kind that usually involved a small creature dying a painful, tragic death all because someone had said a name they shouldn't or doubted her future plans. Zuma had not been the one who poke the bear in the eye, so to speak, that had been a slip-up of Mosi, his smaller, yet older brother, Zuma having long-since noticed Mosi's loose-lipped personality quirk. It wasn't that he was a blabbermouth, it was just that sometimes he was so used to trying to get Shatani's attention that he blurted out the first thing that enters his mind without really giving it some thought.
Having never felt the need to start vying for mother's affections, Zuma found it particularly easy to walk away from Shatani and the rest of his family, choosing to walk through the snow and approach the strange outcropping of large, pointed spire-like stones that signified the Clans' meeting place. It was interesting, wasn't it? How the Clan leaders would all jump upon those rocks and look down upon their Clanmates, while doling out the latest status report as well as making any points or opinions known.
According to Shatani, Ravenstar - NightClan's leader - had created quite a stir at the last gathering. Zuma kinda wished he'd been there; he wasn't necessarily a lover of violence so much as he was feline interaction. Had some cats bristled so much they looked twice their size? Had others only stared in disbelief? Had anyone been frightened? The dynamics of such large gatherings of cats was a source of intrigue for the longer with the brown-tabby coat and the vibrant golden eyes. Brushing beneath a pine tree, he felt the snow clump and then melt atop his pelt, the muscular feline shaking the coldness away in a brisk shiver.
Walking right into the center of StarClan's Claws, Zuma sat, wrapped his tail around his paws and chuckled, gazing intently at his surroundings, the spark of intelligence bright.
How much trial and error had happened in the early days, before the Clans had finally agreed on a proper place of peace?
He would never know, but that wouldn't stop him from imagining the answer for himself.
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