"Falling" for Another [PrivetBrindle #1] Nov 27, 2019 21:15:33 GMT -5
Post by Abyss on Nov 27, 2019 21:15:33 GMT -5
TELL ME BABY, WHAT'S YOUR STORY?
It was strange how things you typically found enjoyment in could become so mundane. Taking a walk along a forest trail, but becoming used to the same sights over and over. Adventuring around the territory, but finding nothing you hadn’t seen or smelled before. Meeting with a clanmate, but having the same conversation each time.
A quiet sigh escaped the jaws of the torbie she-cat as she walked along the Branch Trail, lost in thought. She enjoyed being alone. Being alone allowed her to focus on what was more important and think about anything new that had happened recently. It allowed her to have time in silence, the voices of her rambunctious clanmates not filling her ears. Yet...these times were starting to become somewhat boring. There had been a few times previous to now when she came out into the territory with company. She had a hunting partner in a particularly large white tom who hated mud. She also had another hunting partner in the form of another large and fluffy tom with a hatred of mud. Only the second partner had required her to become a hero, clawing away at the mud and the tree roots that had trapped him. Those hadn’t been quite as boring.
Surely she wasn’t starting to desire the company of others during her time away from camp? She had always been a loner, distant from her clan. How many times had her clanmates believed that she would just up and leave the clan? How many times had her loyalty to her family and clan been questioned? How many times had she purposely waited at the entrance of camp to see if someone would join her, only to find cats giving her side-glanced looks before walking away? It was no wonder she had become an outcast. She had gotten used to the idea of this over time. But...was that starting to wear off?
Maybe her mother had been right. Perhaps she should attempt to interact with her clanmates more.
Would anybody even want to interact with her, though? She had already given most of the clan the impression that she preferred to be alone.
Why was she even thinking of these things? She was always alone. She enjoyed having her time away from the clan. She didn’t need to change-
Amber-brown eyes widened, ears perked, and paws froze. Her gaze darted around her, a very rare moment of panic setting in. At the sound of branches and autumn-leaves shaking violently above her, her head lifted, unable to move or comprehend what was happening as a large shadow fell towards her.
WHERE YOU COME FROM AND WHERE YOU WANNA GO THIS TIME?
WARRIORESS OF NIGHTCLAN
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