Post by [Acro.] on Mar 28, 2015 12:03:53 GMT -5
ooc:// ℓυиαя! <3
I wannahide the truth
I wanna shelter you
I wanna
I wanna shelter you
A few days had passed since the Gathering, and Sandstrike had been feeling that familiar, inner nag that he often experienced after he'd done or said something he maybe shouldn't have...
"Guilt," he knew it was, as he was no stranger to it. but he liked to be ignorant of it when he could manage the denial.
Wearing his usual smirk, an expression that never seemed to stray far from his face, the tom strode into camp with two mice and a fish hanging limp in his jaws. He tossed them all onto the fresh-kill pile, shook out his cinnamon pelt, sighed quietly, and then turned and made a casual beeline for the Warriors' Den. Thoughts and memories began seeping into his head, stealing his attention away.
Russetfox...
A threat...
A problem...
A problem he would deal with.
Though his temper was still chomping at the bit, Sandstrike had managed to rein it in enough to think and consider the situation clearly. Russetfox... an arrogant, mouse-brained, fresh-faced warrior who had no idea she was biting off more than she could ever hope to swallow. She was a nothing. She would never be in a position to do harm. Not as long as he was around. And... in the meantime, the tom knew he had amends to make.
Ducking his head into the shadows of the Den, the seasoned warrior called into the dark. It was late morning--late enough so any cats still sleeping should be up, anyways, and early enough so that no one should be far into their naps just yet. "Has anyone seen Vineheart?"
"Sandstrike?"
The tom pulled himself out of the entrance, his ears perked at the sound of his name. A part of him expected to see a petite, charming tabby standing beside him, her long fur warmed by the sun... but instead he saw Otterfrost, smiling curiously at him. He returned the expression with a sly grin of his own and nodded to the sleek she-cat, her own, chocolate pelt melting beautifully in the New Leaf light. "Otterfrost, something I can do for you?" The younger warrior searched the tom's face, her pale yellow eyes reaching into his own... He knew what she was doing. She was making sure he wasn't on another rampage--making sure all was well with him, now. He quirked his brow at her, in an "Are you satisfied?" manner, and she returned this with a quirk of her own before replying with a cheeky, "Yeah, actually there is something: would you stop taking all of the prey and leave some for the rest of us to hunt? You're making us look bad." A velvety purrr of laughter slid out of the tom's chest and he flicked his tail, smiling for the warrior beside him, his eyes glowing. Otterfrost lifted her chin stubbornly but then piped in with her own quiet laugh.
She was glad he seemed better.
He was glad his amazing hunting prowess did not go unnoticed.
but with the beast inside
There's nowhere we can hide
There's nowhere we can hide