Post by Deleted on Apr 5, 2020 11:20:28 GMT -5
“Have you ever seen a goat?”
Sparkjaw let the question slip, strutting along LightningClan’s border with Thunderheart. The mountains lay to their right, Tribe cats nestled in their cavern somewhere along the ridge. The two toms were tasked with hunting, no doubt to get their legs moving and fill the fresh-kill pile. Not that anyone paid much attention to the young warrior, though for those who watched, Sparkjaw’s form had since thickened from the many unneeded snacks he had access to in the warmer seasons. That and the absence of purpose, until recently.
He was going to be LightningClan’s best warrior, so the belly had to go.
Sparkjaw had physically softened since he received his warrior name. His lack of missions had rounded his form slightly, though the prospect of a competition made his blood burn hot. Even though a peer, Thunderheart had gotten his warrior name after him, and this was one of the first times they were trusted together alone.
And what a mistake it had been.
“I bet one would feed the whole clan.” He pondered nonchalantly, looking into the woods beyond the border.
He had never seen a goat up close, but they looked quite small from far away. Part of him wanted to find out, to bring back a meal to the clan that would be remembered for generations…
Hey da’. Remember about that story you told me about Sparkstar, how he took down a goat and dragged it in for the clan to eat all the way from the mountains? Yes, son. He was quite a heroic tom, taking the weight of the entire clan on his shoulders every step of the way. Never had LightningClan had a better leader than honorable, courageous Sparkstar.
Sparkjaw stopped, tail twitching as he drowned in hubris and prospect as the forest beyond called to his reckless spirit. In that moment, he wondered why LightningClan hadn’t extended their territory outward as opposed to fighting over the StoneClan border. Pride welled up inside, and his chest puffed out slightly. He was starting to think like a leader, now he just had to provide like one.
Courageous. Considerate. Conscientious.
“Why are we hunting on LightningClan territory? Why not leave that for the apprentices and elders. Let's hunt in the foothills.” Sparkjaw barked, turning to Thunderheart. “Unless you’re scared.”
Sparkjaw let the question slip, strutting along LightningClan’s border with Thunderheart. The mountains lay to their right, Tribe cats nestled in their cavern somewhere along the ridge. The two toms were tasked with hunting, no doubt to get their legs moving and fill the fresh-kill pile. Not that anyone paid much attention to the young warrior, though for those who watched, Sparkjaw’s form had since thickened from the many unneeded snacks he had access to in the warmer seasons. That and the absence of purpose, until recently.
He was going to be LightningClan’s best warrior, so the belly had to go.
Sparkjaw had physically softened since he received his warrior name. His lack of missions had rounded his form slightly, though the prospect of a competition made his blood burn hot. Even though a peer, Thunderheart had gotten his warrior name after him, and this was one of the first times they were trusted together alone.
And what a mistake it had been.
“I bet one would feed the whole clan.” He pondered nonchalantly, looking into the woods beyond the border.
He had never seen a goat up close, but they looked quite small from far away. Part of him wanted to find out, to bring back a meal to the clan that would be remembered for generations…
Hey da’. Remember about that story you told me about Sparkstar, how he took down a goat and dragged it in for the clan to eat all the way from the mountains? Yes, son. He was quite a heroic tom, taking the weight of the entire clan on his shoulders every step of the way. Never had LightningClan had a better leader than honorable, courageous Sparkstar.
Sparkjaw stopped, tail twitching as he drowned in hubris and prospect as the forest beyond called to his reckless spirit. In that moment, he wondered why LightningClan hadn’t extended their territory outward as opposed to fighting over the StoneClan border. Pride welled up inside, and his chest puffed out slightly. He was starting to think like a leader, now he just had to provide like one.
Courageous. Considerate. Conscientious.
“Why are we hunting on LightningClan territory? Why not leave that for the apprentices and elders. Let's hunt in the foothills.” Sparkjaw barked, turning to Thunderheart. “Unless you’re scared.”