Post by Fireflake on Oct 14, 2019 3:29:34 GMT
Vulture stalked toward the Rotting Den with a fresh snake dangling from his mouth. His steps were quicker than usual and his eyes didn't break from a single line of sight as he moved forward. In recent times, since he started to reinforce his claws with bird beaks, he had seemed stronger. It had been effortless at first, but now it was just another act. He wasn't stronger. He was ill, and it wasn't going away on its own, and now the group's healer had left to MothClan. This was the last straw. Finally, he felt, the time was right. Vulture had decided to go, regardless of his siblings and their decisions, but he couldn't just leave. Things were different now, with Hornet gone, so Vulture did what vultures do best and decided to take advantage of the death, or at least give it his best go.
The tom took a deep breath as the ground of the abandoned house hit his paws. He didn't intend to stay in MothClan forever, he didn't think, but he didn't know if he was ever coming back here. It hadn't been the first time he considered just running away. That thought, the one that maybe he could just get up and go, had fluttered around his brain for a long time now. Today, the abomination of bones, pelts, and feathers that made up Vulture's nest had disappeared from his usual spot in the den. Now it was marked only by a few jay's feathers.
Vulture sat and watched the den until both of his siblings were there and few others. He spent half of his life eavesdropping nowadays, and had decided not to give anyone else the opportunity. Chocolette was the closest one, thankfully, so Vulture nudged roughly against her to catch her attention. Dropping his snake to the ground, he grumbled, "Choc, c'mere! Have to talk."
Vulture picked the prey back up, hoping that his sister would follow, and started toward Buzzard.
