Post by Deleted on Oct 2, 2017 12:03:08 GMT -5
If it feels good, tastes good,
It must be mine...
Fawn
It must be mine...
Blackwolf's recent retirement had been unsettling for Darkstorm. The elders' den was the last stop before StarClan as far as the young warrioress was concerned, and she wasn't at all ready to lose someone else she cared about, so soon. Logically, Blackwolf could have many more moons of life, safe and comfortable in the elders' den, kept out of any future battles that might occur, but Darkstorm was not a logical cat when it came to the ones she cared about. Her emotions took over completely when it came to her family. And Blackwolf was her family just as much as her sisters, as much as Shadowpaw and her mother.
Carrying a plump bat she had just caught, the dark tortoiseshell she-cat made her way to the elders' den, dropping the prey at her former mentor's paws. Night had fallen, the dusk patrol had returned already, and the apprentices were all out training. Meaning none of them had seen to the elders yet. Not that Blackwolf wasn't capable of walking to the freshkill pile himself. He might not even appreciate her bringing him prey, but she was going to do it anyway. “I know you can get it yourself, but consider it a sign of respect rather than anyone assuming you can't do it on your own,” she said in a low growl edged with fondness she couldn't hide, and that respect she spoke of.
She'd gone out hunting shortly after dusk had fallen, fury lending her extra energy, and brought back two bats and a toad, deposited the toad and one bat on the diminished freshkill pile, and taken the other for her mentor, freshly caught, still warm with the creature's faded life. She had yet to visit the old tom since his formal retirement, it made her uncomfortable to think about, but today, after what TreeClan had done, she felt the need to share her thoughts with a cat she knew would understand, a cat who had experience dealing with things like this. She wanted nothing more than to charge straight into TreeClan's camp and show them just what sort of mistake they'd made.
She folded her hind legs beneath her, tail twitching to and fro in an obvious show of her restlessness. Her orange eyes burned and she got right to the heart of the matter, “You've heard the news, right, gray-muzzle? I don't know if you've seen, but Pinestar is in bad shape. I don't know if she's lost a life or not, but it doesn't seem like StarClan's healing anything, that's for sure.” Her burning orange gaze flashed furiously as she hissed in frustration, "Those stinking squirrelchasers have claimed the land stretching all the way from the Deer Path to the Branch Trail!" Her tail lashed and she stood, unable to remain still any longer, pacing in front of her former mentor.
Heroes always get remembered,
But you know legends never die.
But you know legends never die.
Fawn