Post by silverfang218 on Mar 24, 2018 15:27:10 GMT
It had been one of those days. Lionpaw had finally convinced Fattail to come hunting with him; Lion had wanted to be useful in between training sessions with Rainflight, but no one else was available to go hunting except the ever lazy Fattail. That had been Lionpaw’s first dire mistake.
It had been a while since Lionpaw had gotten a good sleep. He spends most of his nights getting torn apart in the Dark Forest, either by Spottedheart or some other random murderous spirit he comes across. None of his clanmates had said anything, so he tentatively believes that no one has really noticed, but the exercision day and night is beginning to take a toll on his body and, more importantly, his mind. Perhaps it was the plan all along, maybe that’s the reason living cats are pulled down into the Place of No Stars every night. The dark spirits know that the living will eventually go insane from it and end up right alongside their trainers walking in the foggy forest forever. Last night had been particularly nasty; his ginger coat hide a long, semi-deep cut up his side. He had been forced to sneak out of camp last night to find some cobweb for the cut and to wash the blood out of his long coat. Luckily, his ginger fur hung down over the cut, obscuring the injury almost entirely, and his efforts to stop the bleeding had seemingly been successful as it hasn’t bled a bit since.
Lion’s ginger ears twitch as the pair of cats near the Thundertrail. It was unlikely that they would find much prey here, but Lionpaw had allowed the older tom to take the lead. Fattail still appears about half asleep, as there is a bit of a sway in his walk and his eyes are only about half open. The mousebrained warrior had taken them to the wrong place. Allowing him to lead had been Lionpaw’s second dire mistake.
Lion lets out a huff. “Do you know where you are even going? There’s no prey over here, mousebrain. The noise will have scared most of it away; I hope a monster comes past here. Maybe the noise will wake you up.” The apprentice growls at his companion. Fattail merely looks back over his shoulder and gives a shrug in response. The warrior had come out here upon Lion’s request (mostly because Lion wouldn’t leave him alone to nap in peace, really) and had not truly cared where they ended up. A place with less prey meant less rodents to track and less work all in all, at least in Fattail’s mind. The dark tom casts his tired glance around, looking for prey to chase down while he doesn’t address Lionpaw’s concerns at all. Too much effort.
Lionpaw lets out another, lower growl. He usually doesn’t show much emotion; he is warm, almost kit-like with his siblings and close friends (though the only cat he considers a close friend is Tansysong), but he is merely a cat trying to do his duty to the clan to everyone else. He paints himself as only a subpar apprentice, as showing what he really knows and really can do would likely bring attention to him. The ginger tom hates being the center of attention; it makes him nervous for so many reasons. He does, however, have a temper. A temper he has never really let loose, one that he has kept under tight control.
Until now.
Lionpaw is a cat that holds back emotions, bottles them up inside. He has eight moons worth of anger and frustration he’s held back, as much as Spottedheart had been trying to bring those emotions out into Lion’s claws and fangs by adding to those feelings. It seems that Lion’s dark mentor has finally succeeded, though not necessarily in the way that he intended to. For some reason, one that even Lion himself can’t really explain, the lazy warrior’s attitude and the way he ignores Lionpaw’s desire to be useful uncorks all the fire and fury bottled up within the ginger apprentice.
MothClan would be better off without foxdung like you.
With a loud hiss filled with uncharacteristic rage, Lionpaw leaps towards his companion. Fattail is completely taken by surprise; no one expects a clanmate to suddenly turn on them, so Fatty’s legs crumple underneath him at the sudden weight of Lion on his back. Lion’s claws dig into Fatty’s shoulders, before a sound gives the enraged apprentice a new idea. He leaps backwards off of his enemy, allowing Fattail to scramble to his paws and face Lion, ears flattened against his head. “What was that for, Lionpaw?! Why would you-” Rather than allowing Fatty to finish his question, Lion twists around his forepaws, using his momentum to aim a kick from his hindlegs at Fatty’s chest. The kick was backed up by Lion’s full weight and power. The force was easily enough to knock Fattail, who is much back onto the Thundertrail. Only now does Fatty realize the danger he is truly in, but it is a moment too late. The sound that Lion had noticed a few moments ago had grown louder and louder, but Fat had been far too preoccupied by his clanmate’s attack to pay any mind to his surroundings; his selective hearing ability that allows him to tune out nearly any sound has come back to haunt him now.
A monster sweeps through, not giving Fattail a chance to get out of the way. Lionpaw, snapping back to his senses now that his anger is satisfied, stumbles back a few steps, completely horrified by what he had done. I didn’t mean to- I mean, I wasn’t thinking straight. Spottedheart, I’ve become what you wanted me to!” Lionpaw howls out in fear and anguish as he turns on a paw to run back to camp as fast as his legs can carry him. He’ll tell them that Fattail wasn’t paying attention and walked into the path of an oncoming monster; it was honestly something that the dark warrior would do absentmindedly, as Fatty always had a tendency to space out no matter how loud the commotion around him was. Lionpaw… vows never to speak of what happened to anyone. Not even Tansysong. Not even Spottedheart. No one will ever know what truly happened.
What Lionpaw forgets is that StarClan is always watching.
It had been a while since Lionpaw had gotten a good sleep. He spends most of his nights getting torn apart in the Dark Forest, either by Spottedheart or some other random murderous spirit he comes across. None of his clanmates had said anything, so he tentatively believes that no one has really noticed, but the exercision day and night is beginning to take a toll on his body and, more importantly, his mind. Perhaps it was the plan all along, maybe that’s the reason living cats are pulled down into the Place of No Stars every night. The dark spirits know that the living will eventually go insane from it and end up right alongside their trainers walking in the foggy forest forever. Last night had been particularly nasty; his ginger coat hide a long, semi-deep cut up his side. He had been forced to sneak out of camp last night to find some cobweb for the cut and to wash the blood out of his long coat. Luckily, his ginger fur hung down over the cut, obscuring the injury almost entirely, and his efforts to stop the bleeding had seemingly been successful as it hasn’t bled a bit since.
Lion’s ginger ears twitch as the pair of cats near the Thundertrail. It was unlikely that they would find much prey here, but Lionpaw had allowed the older tom to take the lead. Fattail still appears about half asleep, as there is a bit of a sway in his walk and his eyes are only about half open. The mousebrained warrior had taken them to the wrong place. Allowing him to lead had been Lionpaw’s second dire mistake.
Lion lets out a huff. “Do you know where you are even going? There’s no prey over here, mousebrain. The noise will have scared most of it away; I hope a monster comes past here. Maybe the noise will wake you up.” The apprentice growls at his companion. Fattail merely looks back over his shoulder and gives a shrug in response. The warrior had come out here upon Lion’s request (mostly because Lion wouldn’t leave him alone to nap in peace, really) and had not truly cared where they ended up. A place with less prey meant less rodents to track and less work all in all, at least in Fattail’s mind. The dark tom casts his tired glance around, looking for prey to chase down while he doesn’t address Lionpaw’s concerns at all. Too much effort.
Lionpaw lets out another, lower growl. He usually doesn’t show much emotion; he is warm, almost kit-like with his siblings and close friends (though the only cat he considers a close friend is Tansysong), but he is merely a cat trying to do his duty to the clan to everyone else. He paints himself as only a subpar apprentice, as showing what he really knows and really can do would likely bring attention to him. The ginger tom hates being the center of attention; it makes him nervous for so many reasons. He does, however, have a temper. A temper he has never really let loose, one that he has kept under tight control.
Until now.
Lionpaw is a cat that holds back emotions, bottles them up inside. He has eight moons worth of anger and frustration he’s held back, as much as Spottedheart had been trying to bring those emotions out into Lion’s claws and fangs by adding to those feelings. It seems that Lion’s dark mentor has finally succeeded, though not necessarily in the way that he intended to. For some reason, one that even Lion himself can’t really explain, the lazy warrior’s attitude and the way he ignores Lionpaw’s desire to be useful uncorks all the fire and fury bottled up within the ginger apprentice.
MothClan would be better off without foxdung like you.
With a loud hiss filled with uncharacteristic rage, Lionpaw leaps towards his companion. Fattail is completely taken by surprise; no one expects a clanmate to suddenly turn on them, so Fatty’s legs crumple underneath him at the sudden weight of Lion on his back. Lion’s claws dig into Fatty’s shoulders, before a sound gives the enraged apprentice a new idea. He leaps backwards off of his enemy, allowing Fattail to scramble to his paws and face Lion, ears flattened against his head. “What was that for, Lionpaw?! Why would you-” Rather than allowing Fatty to finish his question, Lion twists around his forepaws, using his momentum to aim a kick from his hindlegs at Fatty’s chest. The kick was backed up by Lion’s full weight and power. The force was easily enough to knock Fattail, who is much back onto the Thundertrail. Only now does Fatty realize the danger he is truly in, but it is a moment too late. The sound that Lion had noticed a few moments ago had grown louder and louder, but Fat had been far too preoccupied by his clanmate’s attack to pay any mind to his surroundings; his selective hearing ability that allows him to tune out nearly any sound has come back to haunt him now.
A monster sweeps through, not giving Fattail a chance to get out of the way. Lionpaw, snapping back to his senses now that his anger is satisfied, stumbles back a few steps, completely horrified by what he had done. I didn’t mean to- I mean, I wasn’t thinking straight. Spottedheart, I’ve become what you wanted me to!” Lionpaw howls out in fear and anguish as he turns on a paw to run back to camp as fast as his legs can carry him. He’ll tell them that Fattail wasn’t paying attention and walked into the path of an oncoming monster; it was honestly something that the dark warrior would do absentmindedly, as Fatty always had a tendency to space out no matter how loud the commotion around him was. Lionpaw… vows never to speak of what happened to anyone. Not even Tansysong. Not even Spottedheart. No one will ever know what truly happened.
What Lionpaw forgets is that StarClan is always watching.
