Post by Twineheart on May 8, 2015 12:19:27 GMT -5
Wolf Wolf
It had been a few moons since Crowfrost's little chat with Finchsong. but those few moons had been vital for the tom. Because it was only shortly after their conversation the tom had started eating again. Started to regain his will to survive, his will to continue on as a warrior for his clan and to let go of his mentor. Never forget but to let go of the tom enough to continue on with his own life and his own responsibilities. Though Crowfrost hadn't seen much of Finchsong since their talk, her words never left his mind. Her offering of trust, of friendship, the way she'd looked at him when she'd said them. The way she hadn't withdrawn from him like many did. The way her soft ginger pelt felt against his thick black one. He may of been busy due to his recent acquiring of an apprentice but Finchsong was always in the background of his thoughts.
So when the large tom got a chance to slip away from his apprentice he did. Goldenpaw was trying on his patience, the little the tom had and he couldn't help but feel the need to escape the young tom. Not that he didn't like him, he just didn't want to lose his temper with the youngling. So now with Goldenpaw not on his heels and a few moments to himself, Crowfrost set off across the clearing in hopes he might find Finchsong. It was a quiet day in Stormclan. a gentle breeze tugging at the pines overhead. The sun sitting lazily in the clear blue sky. Bird chattering softly amongst the trees and the cats of the clan entering and exiting camp as they pleased. It was the benefit of greenleaf, it allowed for the clans to relax some. To enjoy the surplus of prey and the warmth of the sun. Without worrying about starvation, or freezing their tails off.
It had been a few moons since Crowfrost's little chat with Finchsong. but those few moons had been vital for the tom. Because it was only shortly after their conversation the tom had started eating again. Started to regain his will to survive, his will to continue on as a warrior for his clan and to let go of his mentor. Never forget but to let go of the tom enough to continue on with his own life and his own responsibilities. Though Crowfrost hadn't seen much of Finchsong since their talk, her words never left his mind. Her offering of trust, of friendship, the way she'd looked at him when she'd said them. The way she hadn't withdrawn from him like many did. The way her soft ginger pelt felt against his thick black one. He may of been busy due to his recent acquiring of an apprentice but Finchsong was always in the background of his thoughts.
So when the large tom got a chance to slip away from his apprentice he did. Goldenpaw was trying on his patience, the little the tom had and he couldn't help but feel the need to escape the young tom. Not that he didn't like him, he just didn't want to lose his temper with the youngling. So now with Goldenpaw not on his heels and a few moments to himself, Crowfrost set off across the clearing in hopes he might find Finchsong. It was a quiet day in Stormclan. a gentle breeze tugging at the pines overhead. The sun sitting lazily in the clear blue sky. Bird chattering softly amongst the trees and the cats of the clan entering and exiting camp as they pleased. It was the benefit of greenleaf, it allowed for the clans to relax some. To enjoy the surplus of prey and the warmth of the sun. Without worrying about starvation, or freezing their tails off.