Post by Fireflake on Aug 27, 2019 7:58:32 GMT
Pebbleshade was relatively subdued today. He'd been feeling under the weather for a while now, and after a few moons it offered him times of apathy, which he took because they were the closest to the calm he'd had in his youth. Maybe that was why he allowed himself to venture toward the barn today. Twoleg things generally put him on edge, and the barn in particular carried memories he didn't like to return to, but he couldn't deny that it could be good hunting. He couldn't turn that down when hunting for the clan was his most notable skill. Besides, when there were RootClan and MothClan cats in the place where he slept, a place making him uncomfortable began to hold less sway over him.
His long fur bristled at the thought, and his mind drifted back through the day to that morning’s patrol. He had been all set to go with a group of mostly good warriors, heading out past the first trees, when some MothClan cats asked if they could join in. To Pebbleshade’s dismay, the patrol leader had responded with a chipper, “The more the merrier!”. And so, the MothClan cats merrily joined in. Unable to turn back without looking like he couldn’t play friendly, Pebbleshade merrily gritted his teeth and caught no prey while trying to watch his back the whole time.
Nobody else seemed to have a problem with it, and Pebbleshade couldn’t blame them for that. It was the example that had been set. First at the Gathering that had caused Pebbleshade to stop attending them, when the clans had accepted their former attackers as one of their own, which sprang to mind first because of the Gathering that Pebbleshade had recently not been present for. Then there was the way Sablestar had, undeniably merrily, taken in the other clans like stray kits. Pebbleshade briefly tried to excuse the reaction as the leader's desire to spend more time with his daughter and his former friends that had run off to MothClan, but the justification didn't keep him satisfied for long. They'd left, and that was that. As he carried on into the barn, there was one thing crystal clear in Pebbleshade's mind. He didn’t like outsiders, even if they did used to be MistClan cats.
His long fur bristled at the thought, and his mind drifted back through the day to that morning’s patrol. He had been all set to go with a group of mostly good warriors, heading out past the first trees, when some MothClan cats asked if they could join in. To Pebbleshade’s dismay, the patrol leader had responded with a chipper, “The more the merrier!”. And so, the MothClan cats merrily joined in. Unable to turn back without looking like he couldn’t play friendly, Pebbleshade merrily gritted his teeth and caught no prey while trying to watch his back the whole time.
Nobody else seemed to have a problem with it, and Pebbleshade couldn’t blame them for that. It was the example that had been set. First at the Gathering that had caused Pebbleshade to stop attending them, when the clans had accepted their former attackers as one of their own, which sprang to mind first because of the Gathering that Pebbleshade had recently not been present for. Then there was the way Sablestar had, undeniably merrily, taken in the other clans like stray kits. Pebbleshade briefly tried to excuse the reaction as the leader's desire to spend more time with his daughter and his former friends that had run off to MothClan, but the justification didn't keep him satisfied for long. They'd left, and that was that. As he carried on into the barn, there was one thing crystal clear in Pebbleshade's mind. He didn’t like outsiders, even if they did used to be MistClan cats.
