Caught In The Act. [Skunkpaw] Jan 28, 2015 12:32:39 GMT -5
Post by Insidious on Jan 28, 2015 12:32:39 GMT -5
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For an apprentice without any form of training whatsoever, he was an adequate hunter, having had opportunities to both teach himself and learn from his father at a young age before Riversong had adopted the responsibility of his care, dragging him into the ranks of StoneClan without so much as a word of reluctance on his behalf. He did not find that he mourned the presence of his father; he never saw him, so it was simple enough to pretend that he was dead and that there was no family left for him. He liked to think that he was beginning to adjust to Clan life, and that it would only get easier for him over time as he started training with Blacksmoke - a part of him had been quite pleased to hear that she would be his mentor, for she was the only cat thus far that had witnessed him at work, and had not instantaneously darted in the opposite direction to forewarn of his creepy tendencies. He already felt bad enough about everything as it was, so he was thankful that Blacksmoke had not possessed the need to make him feel even worse.
It did not matter how bad he felt, however, because no matter what he could not seem to stop himself. Even now, stealthily maneuvering along the outskirts of StoneClan camp, a mutilated mouse limp in his jaw, he was doing an excellent job of ignoring the throb of raw guilt that thumped in the place of his heartbeat. Nothing mattered to him more than learning about these creatures, and what was inside of them, so it made no sense why he always had to feel like what he was doing was a bad thing, and that if anybody saw him he would get into trouble. His ears were flat against the top of his head, pale blue eyes wide, fearful, as he made sure nobody was within range before slithering into the apprentices’ den where, he hoped, nobody would think to bother him for the next little while.
He settled into his nest, his body no longer shaking, his tense muscles beginning to relax, as the threat of being spotted, of being discovered, left him more and more with each breath. He placed the mutilated mouse just out of sight, should anybody decide to enter, but he quickly lost interest in keeping his work hidden as, with time wasting away, randomly chosen body parts began to be torn from the mouse’s already destroyed corpse and carefully positioned along the edges of his nest in plain-view. A small paw, still dripping blood, was on the floor of the apprentices’ den just outside of his nest, and directly above it was the poor creature’s tail.
With his back to the entrance, front paws, chest, and mouth coated in blood, his nest painted crimson, nobody could see the smile on his face.
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