Eternally Isolated [Ratfur] Jul 29, 2013 22:57:13 GMT -5
Post by Insidious on Jul 29, 2013 22:57:13 GMT -5
There was nothing for him in camp. He was but a wandering set of paws, equivalent to that of a speck of dust, being just as easily forgotten if even noticed at all. But that was okay. For someone like him, the spotlight wasn't the place to be. It was no secret that he wasn't fond of verbal exchanges, or perhaps it was a secret – who would know such a thing about him, anyway? Sure, the quiet got lonely sometimes, but he didn't think about it too much. If anything, it was blissful, one hundred percent peaceful. He didn't have to fret over silly encounters, nor did he have to worry about saying something wrong – he had a way with his words, this only being natural with the abundance of free-time upon his shoulders. Throughout the silent evenings he'd spent alone, it was sometimes comforting to pretend it was easy talking to his clan mates. Acting like he had someone to lean on, even though he knew with his heart and soul such a thing was nonexistent. But that was okay. Some cats were simply meant to be alone, so who was he to question it?
The Branch Trail was one of his favourite places to visit. It was occasionally a busy location, but Spidervenom knew how to disguise himself to avoid the unwanted attention when others unknowingly crossed his path. It was exciting to scope out the friendships that existed within NightClan – he'd seen a variety of cats spending time with one another, walking along the Branch Trail side-by-side, unaware to the concealed life-form high above, having been there so long prior that his scent hardly even lingered upon the ground. Sometimes, those who traveled by seemed to have something between them that sparked beyond the boundaries of friendship, but Spidervenom didn't like to think about that. It was too unusual a thought for him to have, too unusual a situation for him to ever consider thinking about. He didn't have friends, and he most certainly didn't have she-cat friends, such an unsettling relationship being too much for Spidervenom to endure.
A soft huff sounded from the tip of the small tom's jaw, paws lightly descending the tree he rested within to settle comfortably at its base. There was barely any claws marks in the bark to indicate he had been perched there, the newbie warrior having spent a large portion of his time perfecting his movements, his recently deceased mentor having claimed it to be one of his most admirable traits. It was encouraging to know that, at one point, there had been someone there for him to look up to. Pitiful, Spidervenom hadn't taken advantage of the possible relationship before it was too late. But wasn't that how things worked for him? He had been alone for as long as he could remember, not even his father having provided the tom with a sense of security when he had been alive. It was a sign that Spidervenom was meant to remain isolated: the one opening that had ever been presented to him, the one possible friendship... it was taken as soon as he began to consider it. Oh, how he missed Emberclaw dearly. But that was all behind him now, and yet here he was, so comfortably alone.
But that was okay.