Post by Dofferz! on Oct 28, 2017 23:40:58 GMT
"So, I guess we're back to the same, old, lousy routine, eh?" came a growl of a voice no other than Greyears. The old male was sprawled out on a brand new boulder. It hadn't even taken him an hour to discover and claim another, large, sunbathed rock for him to spend the majority of his days asleep on. Some cats claimed that he had claimed the boulder as his own before the Warrior's den was established. He had to admit that the camp was quite satisfying. The walls and floors were made of stone so he had yet to enjoy a warm day in the sun no matter wherever he sat. The night, on the other paw, was less enjoyable, but a nest was a nest, and it had been so long since he could truly sleep in one for more then a couple nights.
Now, these cats couldn't honestly think that he was going to fetch his own prey! "I just crossed land larger than the hunting grounds of Starclan and the stretch of my hunger combined! I'm old, I'm tired!" the male howled, rolling onto his back and rubbing his muzzle with his paws, teeth gritted in irritation. "I know y'all wished I had died on the way! Well, I didn't, so quit trying to starve me to death!" but the elder did have a point. The journey for him had been long and hard. Never before had his joints hurt as much as they did now. If he got up to fetch his own prey, the deed would probably result in him falling forwards, dead. And that was not just it. Pain was not just physically.
Jaysong was his last living relative ever since the silver tabby’s parents had been killed in the mountain fire; she had betrayed Ivyclan and went off to join the new clan. One that was led by a Mistclanner, to make matters worse. Yes, perhaps he had treated her the same as any other cat in the clan. The elder had made it seem that there was no difference to him about family and friend (they were both bad), but in reality..? Losing her now took a big piece with him. Jaysong was not the only loved one gone too. Sunkit had returned to the clan with the rogue, but not much longer afterwards, she had disappeared once again. This time, she had yet to return. For him to get so close to a child! It was mousebrained!
Perhaps was why he acted the way he did. Why he tried his best to keep from others liking him. Back in his warrior days, the tabby kept to himself for convenience. Now, he was afraid to love his loved ones in the cold, hard world. That was why he was trying his best to act like he had before all the troubles had happened. So others would believe him to be what he always had been and for them to believe that he didn’t care. So they would leave him alone until they had to fetch his food, clean his bedding, or crack his fleas.
"Make it snappy!" he howled, rolling onto his side, his back to the camp. The male flashed his tail, squeezed his eyes short, and growled.