Post by ⓐⓜⓑⓔⓡ on Nov 30, 2013 14:41:22 GMT -5
((OOC: Let's get this show on the road! =D
Tags: @fawnstar))
The moment he woke he knew that there was something wrong.
It was so cold... why was it so cold? The warmth that was usually there beside him was missing. Softheart... where is she? What...
The memories came back to him too quickly, hitting him like a blow that made him flinch. There had been shouting, then whispering, growling and snarling and pain. She was gone, and it was his fault.
The first thought that came to his mind was I have to talk to her. but he'd already done that, and StarClan had he screwed up. The second thought that came to mind was that he had to do something other than lay there drowning in his misery. Hunting... I should go hunting. It was perfect- he'd be taking his mind off of their argument while helping his clan at the same time. Struggling to keep his thoughts steady, Birchflame stood, shaking his fiery fur to rid it of the moss that clung to it, and after picking his way through a minefield of sleeping bodies, vanished through the den entrance.
When he stepped out into the dark woods, the first golden streaks of dawn just appearing over the horizon, it took him no more than a few heartbeats to catch the pungent scent of mouse on the slight breeze. He slithered over the forest floor until he was crouched before the trunk of a tall, thick tree of which the plump prey animal sniffed and scrambled over the roots. Narrowing his eyes in concentration, he unsheathed his claws slowly and shifted one paw, moving it forward carefully.
'D-Don't talk to me...'
'but Softheart-'
'I thought you were different!'
'... What'd she tell you?'
'... She told me the truth.'
SNAP!
The mouse shot upright and scampered into a hole in the roots, and Birchflame hissed in frustration, sitting up and staring down at the ground, a distant expression on his face as he gazed down at the broken twig beneath his paws.
Tags: @fawnstar))
The moment he woke he knew that there was something wrong.
It was so cold... why was it so cold? The warmth that was usually there beside him was missing. Softheart... where is she? What...
The memories came back to him too quickly, hitting him like a blow that made him flinch. There had been shouting, then whispering, growling and snarling and pain. She was gone, and it was his fault.
The first thought that came to his mind was I have to talk to her. but he'd already done that, and StarClan had he screwed up. The second thought that came to mind was that he had to do something other than lay there drowning in his misery. Hunting... I should go hunting. It was perfect- he'd be taking his mind off of their argument while helping his clan at the same time. Struggling to keep his thoughts steady, Birchflame stood, shaking his fiery fur to rid it of the moss that clung to it, and after picking his way through a minefield of sleeping bodies, vanished through the den entrance.
When he stepped out into the dark woods, the first golden streaks of dawn just appearing over the horizon, it took him no more than a few heartbeats to catch the pungent scent of mouse on the slight breeze. He slithered over the forest floor until he was crouched before the trunk of a tall, thick tree of which the plump prey animal sniffed and scrambled over the roots. Narrowing his eyes in concentration, he unsheathed his claws slowly and shifted one paw, moving it forward carefully.
'D-Don't talk to me...'
'but Softheart-'
'I thought you were different!'
'... What'd she tell you?'
'... She told me the truth.'
SNAP!
The mouse shot upright and scampered into a hole in the roots, and Birchflame hissed in frustration, sitting up and staring down at the ground, a distant expression on his face as he gazed down at the broken twig beneath his paws.