Post by Sand on Nov 22, 2012 14:56:23 GMT -5
Whiteclaw paced around lashing his tail shealthing and unshealthing his claws wanting to shred anyone who approached him. Ever since he had been exiled from Stormclan he had found himself getting angrier. Many moons of being exiled still hadn't washed away the scent of his birth clan but he didn't care. His former mate was weak seeing her with Brokenjaw and their kits made him want to kill all those kits. None of them understood what his life had been like before. Baring his teeth he leapt onto a mouse shredding it with his claws before letting it drop back down to the ground. He heard a branch snap behind him and he whipped around his claws still unshealthed, "Who's there?" he growled his blue eyes flashing with hatred. He had learned something as a loner, that he he could only count on himself he didn't need friends he preferred violence over friends or even kin.
