Post by GnawingOnIce on Oct 2, 2019 0:43:09 GMT
The sun slowly set behind the horizon. It painted the sky red as day turned into night. Dusk. The time of day that gave him his suffix at his warrior ceremony. So many moons ago.
Moons where his kits turned into apprentices and were very soon to be warriors. His black heart swelled with pride at the thought of them, a smile appearing on his face split into two colors. He really only focused on them, they were his pride and joy, and he wanted them to be just like him and carry on his legacy. He wanted, and had, taught them that the warrior code meant merely nothing and that they could come and go as they pleased. It reminded him of himself and his sister racing over the MothClan and IvyClan borders when they were just apprentices.
Petaldawn had become a faded dream at the back of his mind. If you asked Murkdusk, he would tell you he really does love her. Or he did. He had more important things occupying his mind.
Halfshade was still alive and needed to be ridded of forever. The tom clenched one of his paws inward, unsheathing his claws and subconsciously pressing them into his pawpad, drawing blood. It dripped onto a blade of grass beneath him.
His ear twitched as the grass rustled behind him, clearing his eyes back to his surroundings instead of his thoughts. He whirled around, fur spiking up and claws still bared, waiting for whomever to show themselves. How dare they interrupt his thoughts.
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Moons where his kits turned into apprentices and were very soon to be warriors. His black heart swelled with pride at the thought of them, a smile appearing on his face split into two colors. He really only focused on them, they were his pride and joy, and he wanted them to be just like him and carry on his legacy. He wanted, and had, taught them that the warrior code meant merely nothing and that they could come and go as they pleased. It reminded him of himself and his sister racing over the MothClan and IvyClan borders when they were just apprentices.
Petaldawn had become a faded dream at the back of his mind. If you asked Murkdusk, he would tell you he really does love her. Or he did. He had more important things occupying his mind.
Halfshade was still alive and needed to be ridded of forever. The tom clenched one of his paws inward, unsheathing his claws and subconsciously pressing them into his pawpad, drawing blood. It dripped onto a blade of grass beneath him.
His ear twitched as the grass rustled behind him, clearing his eyes back to his surroundings instead of his thoughts. He whirled around, fur spiking up and claws still bared, waiting for whomever to show themselves. How dare they interrupt his thoughts.
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