family matters (Crow&Hawk) |01| Jun 17, 2014 21:51:34 GMT -5
Post by Hellion on Jun 17, 2014 21:51:34 GMT -5
Been dreaming of this since a child
I’m on top of the world.
I’m on top of the world.
He grew quickly uneasy being trapped inside of camp. The sickness that over took nearly all of his clanmates made him feel trapped, while he did fall ill for a short while the strong brown tom-cat didn't stay sick for long. The cold air was his welcomed friend for the better part of the past three moons but something was nagging him. It started out as a uncomfortable feeling in his stomach which progressed to a sick feeling that wasn't like greencough, no this was something in his chest that pained his heart. It was important to him to know how his family was, RainClan might not be his clan but his siblings that he loved still belonged there and it was important he knew how they were.
Now with new-leaf warm on his pelt the tom cat was going to seek out his family, he need to know if they were safe and just how badly they had been affected. Exiting camp with a nod to a passing warrior that didn't give two mouse tail's for his existence he directed his paws for the stone stream and picked up speed and nearly ran the entire distance.
The last time he talked to his mother he was still an apprentice and the fresh smell of nursery clung to her pelt, she had bore two more kits. Siblings that Hawkfall would never know unless they met in the battlefield or on patrol and while he always turned down to patrol near RainClan so his StoneClan wouldn't accuse him of distracted loyalty, he sometimes ventured to the border on his own in hopes of seeing his father or mother. It was true that life in StoneClan was hard but with Hawkstar as his former mentor things had became easier, he wouldn't trade it for all of StarClan's glory, he enjoyed living in StoneClan.
Feeling the cold stream on his paws he waited, tasting the air for anything that might be family or kin. Perhaps his new siblings were apprentices, maybe if they were lucky new warriors but if what all the other clans said was true it was very unlikely they were warriors because of the greencough. He paced back and forth along the border and tasted the air he wanted to see his mother or father, but he'd settled for either of them really, he'd even like to see Crowpaw despite knowing his brother hated him. Heronpaw would be a friendly face or so he hoped, it wasn't really common knowledge how she felt about him and when he left, would she treated him just as Crowpaw treated him? A feeling of dread covered him as he paced and waited, ears perked for sound and mouth open for any scent of the past.
I coulda gave up then but
Then again I couldn’t have ’cause
I’ve traveled all this way for something