Post by Dyzzie on Oct 27, 2015 17:28:34 GMT -5
Sootbriar had always been a troublesome she-cat, from the time she was a kit, she was filled with the desire to adventure, to see what the world had to offer, to embrace the possibility of new sights, new horizons. She had manipulated her way into a trip outside of camp before her apprentice ceremony. She'd dug up odd remains of creatures long dead, just to see what their bones looked like. She'd taken on a fox to help a friend in a moment of sheer determination and rage. Nothing about Sootbriar had ever been normal. Nothing about her was ever calm. Her life was a whirlwind of things to see, people to meet, places to visit. And she'd been holding still for too long. Too long, again.
She paced by the warriors' den, eyes gleaming and the desire for adventure sparking an inch beneath her paws. A desire to see where they could take her, to take another wild excursion into the great beyond. It was a troublesome aspect for one to have such a need for adventure as strong as Sootbriar's, but she curbed it as much as possible. As much as she could allow with out putting a risk to her place in the clan. She might like seeing new sights, but she was born a clancat, a cat of the sunset. She couldn't just wander away now because she wanted an adventure. It was irresponsible, it was stupid, it was disloyal . . . but it sounded so exciting.
Despite being a clan cat, Sootbriar was curious about what was beyond Sunsetclan, beyond the Pond of Truce. She was curious about what all out there she hadn't seen yet, hadn't had a chance to explore. Sootbriar hissed softly to herself, stomping a tiny paw to the ground, her bob tail laying flat against her hindquarters - for once not wagging as it usually was. She turned away from the place she was trekking, ignoring the now faint line her pacing had created as she moved towards the freshkill pile, digging through until finding something suitable. She'd distract her mind from such thoughts with breakfast.
Breakfast. She glanced up at the sky, sure enough day was beginning to break, the sun cresting over the horizon like a beacon of light. If the sun was starting to raise, that meant her clan-mates would be too. Another problem for Sootbriar to think on. Despite being a friendly feline, she didn't know too many of her clan-mates that well. Sure, she knew her siblings, her parents, even Firetooth and Heronsplash were close friends. but . . . she didn't really know anyone beyond them. It was just her most of the time. She hadn't realized how lonely her life had gotten until that thought crossed her mind.
The tiny female shook her head, snorting lightly through her nose, before turning to dig into the prey she'd snatched from the pile. She ate slowly - her thoughts still running on hyperdrive, creating tracks through her brain that interloped until her thoughts seemed to be on a constant loop. Perhaps if she branched out more, got to know some of the other cats, her need for adventure and exploration would dwindle. Maybe it was her way to get rid of some of that time she spent alone - doing virtually nothing.
Deep down she knew that wasn't the case, even surrounded by friends and family when she was younger, her need to explore and act had ruled her decisions. but, it was a nice thought to curb her instincts. She finished the prey before standing, glancing around to see a few other warriors wandering around. A few glanced her way, and soon overlooked her - and a part of her wondered if it was her stature. She was no tall cat, her size small, lean and delicate. Wide, bright and eager eyes. A tail that was only an inch or so long. She didn't look like many of the other warriors, and her size was closer to that of an older apprentice. She had to wonder how few of them even remembered she was Sootbriar now, not Sootpaw. She'd only recently received the name, but even Heronsplash had slipped a few times.
Sootbriar sighed, turning away from camp, her paws carrying her towards the surrounding area with out thinking. The area was too vastly familiar. To much of it she'd seen before, explored before. She knew a number of places she could hide for a time, places prey hunted, places larger predators lurked. She could walk through blind, and be able to tell you at any given moment where she was and what was around her - even if her eyes remained closed. It had long ago stopped being an adventure to come out and about here. It had long ago lost it's luster to this explorer. but, for now it'd have to do . . . and perhaps one day, she'd be able to explore beyond these clan boundaries - to see something new. but for now, she walked the familiar steps, like a good clan-cat. Like a good warrior, even as her gypsy soul begged for more.
She paced by the warriors' den, eyes gleaming and the desire for adventure sparking an inch beneath her paws. A desire to see where they could take her, to take another wild excursion into the great beyond. It was a troublesome aspect for one to have such a need for adventure as strong as Sootbriar's, but she curbed it as much as possible. As much as she could allow with out putting a risk to her place in the clan. She might like seeing new sights, but she was born a clancat, a cat of the sunset. She couldn't just wander away now because she wanted an adventure. It was irresponsible, it was stupid, it was disloyal . . . but it sounded so exciting.
Despite being a clan cat, Sootbriar was curious about what was beyond Sunsetclan, beyond the Pond of Truce. She was curious about what all out there she hadn't seen yet, hadn't had a chance to explore. Sootbriar hissed softly to herself, stomping a tiny paw to the ground, her bob tail laying flat against her hindquarters - for once not wagging as it usually was. She turned away from the place she was trekking, ignoring the now faint line her pacing had created as she moved towards the freshkill pile, digging through until finding something suitable. She'd distract her mind from such thoughts with breakfast.
Breakfast. She glanced up at the sky, sure enough day was beginning to break, the sun cresting over the horizon like a beacon of light. If the sun was starting to raise, that meant her clan-mates would be too. Another problem for Sootbriar to think on. Despite being a friendly feline, she didn't know too many of her clan-mates that well. Sure, she knew her siblings, her parents, even Firetooth and Heronsplash were close friends. but . . . she didn't really know anyone beyond them. It was just her most of the time. She hadn't realized how lonely her life had gotten until that thought crossed her mind.
The tiny female shook her head, snorting lightly through her nose, before turning to dig into the prey she'd snatched from the pile. She ate slowly - her thoughts still running on hyperdrive, creating tracks through her brain that interloped until her thoughts seemed to be on a constant loop. Perhaps if she branched out more, got to know some of the other cats, her need for adventure and exploration would dwindle. Maybe it was her way to get rid of some of that time she spent alone - doing virtually nothing.
Deep down she knew that wasn't the case, even surrounded by friends and family when she was younger, her need to explore and act had ruled her decisions. but, it was a nice thought to curb her instincts. She finished the prey before standing, glancing around to see a few other warriors wandering around. A few glanced her way, and soon overlooked her - and a part of her wondered if it was her stature. She was no tall cat, her size small, lean and delicate. Wide, bright and eager eyes. A tail that was only an inch or so long. She didn't look like many of the other warriors, and her size was closer to that of an older apprentice. She had to wonder how few of them even remembered she was Sootbriar now, not Sootpaw. She'd only recently received the name, but even Heronsplash had slipped a few times.
Sootbriar sighed, turning away from camp, her paws carrying her towards the surrounding area with out thinking. The area was too vastly familiar. To much of it she'd seen before, explored before. She knew a number of places she could hide for a time, places prey hunted, places larger predators lurked. She could walk through blind, and be able to tell you at any given moment where she was and what was around her - even if her eyes remained closed. It had long ago stopped being an adventure to come out and about here. It had long ago lost it's luster to this explorer. but, for now it'd have to do . . . and perhaps one day, she'd be able to explore beyond these clan boundaries - to see something new. but for now, she walked the familiar steps, like a good clan-cat. Like a good warrior, even as her gypsy soul begged for more.
