I Blaze The Trail Aug 21, 2016 0:56:50 GMT -5
Post by Zeneka on Aug 21, 2016 0:56:50 GMT -5
Someday I'll die, but not tonight.
Blazefang stumbled across the scentline that marked the LightningClan border without any hesitation. He was so close to home, the determination to reach it was all that was keeping him going through the hunger and the constant pain in his leg. It had taken him both more and less time than he had expected to get home. He hadn't realized Gray's den had been so close to the valley and became convinced that the tom knew very well about the Clans and had simply lied to him to try to keep him there. However, with his leg in the sorry shape it was in, he could not travel very fast, and so it had taken him longer to reach it than it should have.
He glanced behind him once, still expecting to see Gray's dark form racing up behind him, ready to tackle him to the ground and drag him all the way back to his den. Gray was dead, he assured himself, even as he doubted his own actions. Maybe it had just been a dream. He shook his head. No way he would have gotten away if Gray was still alive... unless this was some sort of twisted game the other tom was playing. Could he have found out about his death dream? No, that was stupid! He shook his head again, pushing forward. He had to get back to camp. He had to see his brothers. He had to know they were all right, that they had survived leafbare. If he returned to camp and they were gone... he didn't know what he would do.
He followed a familiar rabbit path through the tall, brittle grass that crackled and tore at his fur as it swayed in the wind with the single minded purpose of getting home. His stomach growled but he ignored it. He was so close. He hissed to himself, “There'll be food in camp, shut up already!” It seemed to listen for it made not another sound as the little hill that rose ever so slightly above the meadow LightningClan called home finally came into view. His steps quickened, as much as they could in his state, and he gritted his teeth against the pain as it put more strain on his leg, the pain becoming more acute.
Familiar scents blew toward him on the breeze, urging him onward until he was half hopping, half bounding into camp, “Mudpelt! Gustclaw!” He stood on shaky legs, looking around wildly as his Clanmates milled around him, peering from their dens and pushing out to see who was causing such a scene and why. There were gasps and murmurs at the sight of him, but Blazefang didn't pay any of them the slightest attention, not unless they had a silver tabby or dark brown pelt. His sides heaved from the effort, his pelt clinging to his thin frame as he scanned the faces around him, refusing to let his legs give out until he saw his brothers alive and well.
Excuse me while I light up the sky.