[ti]Private[/ti]Ain't No Sunshine

[LupTacco]

-= [ Sandbeetle ] :: M (63) :: MothClan Warrior :: Heterosexual(Single) =-

   

    The diminutive warrior strutted through camp purposefully, dipping his head firmly, businesslike at Rueshine as he passed by the somehow even smaller tom. He made it to the camp exit before he realized he wasn't entirely sure what his purpose for going out actually was. "Well that's annoying..." he muttered to himself, flexing his broad ears outward as a flat yet deeply peeved off look creased his features. Looking around for a sense of direction, his eyes caught on the moody grey cloud of fur that was on the far side of camp- Stormycloud. Her children- er, child? was going to be a warrior soon, so he suspected she would be proud in some way, but as he approached her he caught no sense of joy from her. He milled a few things around in his mind- Rueshine, retired as a kitten; Olivepaw, good, healthy, someone to be proud of; Peonypaw, who was... missing; and Scorchmane, who was also missing. Hmph, I suppose I see it now, he stood near her for a bit longer before clearing his throat roughly. "Hey. How's life?" Sandbeetle grunted, slinging himself into a sit and kicking an itch behind his ear.

[Mama]

You'd think after settling down, proclaiming his love and having kits, that Scorchmane would stick around. Ends up, he's just as irresponsible, despite telling her how loyal he'd be, how much he'd love kits.. that kind of thing. Oh, and Peonypaw? She seemed to have more fun going off then actually helping the clan, and vanished with him. It must run in his blood, to desert his family. No longer was she mad at Mothstar for being hesitant in accepting him, now, she pitied poor Owlstar. Imagine your own kit, running off? Oh wait, that's exactly what Peonypaw did too.

No kits to watch, and stopping by the nursery every now and then to play with the litters, Stormycloud had went back to her warrior duties, still giving her other two kits all the love she could. However, it was still hard.. Looking at how Rueshine ended up, so small, and never fit for warrior duties, he was forced into retirement and would live a life of... boredom. Olivepaw worked hard, a perfect daughter, and she couldn't be more proud. But, she also didn't seem to talk as much anymore, with her own duties like becoming a warrior and her assessment coming up sooner then later.

Staring absentmindedly off in her salty thoughts, a voice broke the angry visions of giving her former mate a nice faceful of her claws, and her attention settled on a tiny tom named Sandbeetle. He was unusual, nothing really like a normal cat, and around the size of Rueshine. However, he was functioning, and the build seemed more.. natural.

"Me? Eh, it would be a lie to say I'm merry and fine. How about you?"  The queen joked, giving a bittersweet tone to her words.