Post by :-Misa-: on Jul 29, 2015 23:25:15 GMT -5
Falcon
Day in and day out things continued on as normal. Well, mostly normal. There was a bit of a slight twist. Jaggedbreeze wasn't being a complete grump and his mood swings had begun to be put at bay. All things considered he still wasn't the most friendly of cats, and to bystanders it would seem like nothing had changed at all, but anyone close to him would notice a change in his attitude. He'd picked up his game (slightly, but nonetheless) and had begun putting forth a bit more effort with his apprentice, and was spending less and less time inside the warrior's den in seclusion. His free time had begun consisting of wandering into the territory, but what he did while he was out there, starclan only knew. Of course Sharpfire was almost always around though, but was working on giving the spotted tom some more space. It was something he needed, it would help him grow into a stronger, more independent warrior.
Despite all the gradual good that was beginning to sink in, the nightmares hadn't lessened to the slightest degree, but a new one had been added. This one dealt with a certain golden, sharp tongued Leafclanner, and was the cause of most of his anguish.
The sun had barely begun to peek over the horizon, but there he was, making his way through the pine forest, the cool breeze rushing through Jaggedbreeze's fur. Dawnwhisper's imaginary yowls echoed through his mind, almost making him second guess if her accusations had been true. Was being friends with Leaftail really a betrayal? It couldn't be... he still loved her, not his clan mate. They were friends, that was it. He hadn't even seen her in a few sunrises. Of course they'd exchanged a few glances as they passed by in the camp, but there hadn't been any ignition of personal talk as their previous encounters had. There's no way I'm betraying her... besides... she's the one who left. She doesn't love me anymore, so what would it matter anyway.
A growl rumbled deep within his throat. There had once been a time when that was such a foreign sound, it was almost nonexistent. Sadly that was a different time though, seemingly a whole different era for now it all too often escaped him. They almost always hinted at an anger outburst about to break out from its confinement within Jaggedbreeze. And like the many times before this, this one was no different. Claws protruding from his paw pads, the Stormclanner rose to his hind legs, slashing with his front ones at the tree in front of him. Bark began feeling off of the tree, splinters only narrowly avoiding his flesh, "Why did you even have to come into my life!? You ruined it! I hate you..." At first the screams came out full of heat and anger, getting louder with each word, but almost like it was never there, it all vanished and was replaced by the quietest most faint whisper as his words came to a close. If he really hated her he wouldn't be letting her do this to him. It wasn't her fault that he fell for her. It was all Starclan's fault. They were playing a game with his heart. They were the reason that it had grown so cold, but yet since a certain calico walked into his life it'd been starting to warm up, even if just the slightest of bits.
Day in and day out things continued on as normal. Well, mostly normal. There was a bit of a slight twist. Jaggedbreeze wasn't being a complete grump and his mood swings had begun to be put at bay. All things considered he still wasn't the most friendly of cats, and to bystanders it would seem like nothing had changed at all, but anyone close to him would notice a change in his attitude. He'd picked up his game (slightly, but nonetheless) and had begun putting forth a bit more effort with his apprentice, and was spending less and less time inside the warrior's den in seclusion. His free time had begun consisting of wandering into the territory, but what he did while he was out there, starclan only knew. Of course Sharpfire was almost always around though, but was working on giving the spotted tom some more space. It was something he needed, it would help him grow into a stronger, more independent warrior.
Despite all the gradual good that was beginning to sink in, the nightmares hadn't lessened to the slightest degree, but a new one had been added. This one dealt with a certain golden, sharp tongued Leafclanner, and was the cause of most of his anguish.
The sun had barely begun to peek over the horizon, but there he was, making his way through the pine forest, the cool breeze rushing through Jaggedbreeze's fur. Dawnwhisper's imaginary yowls echoed through his mind, almost making him second guess if her accusations had been true. Was being friends with Leaftail really a betrayal? It couldn't be... he still loved her, not his clan mate. They were friends, that was it. He hadn't even seen her in a few sunrises. Of course they'd exchanged a few glances as they passed by in the camp, but there hadn't been any ignition of personal talk as their previous encounters had. There's no way I'm betraying her... besides... she's the one who left. She doesn't love me anymore, so what would it matter anyway.
A growl rumbled deep within his throat. There had once been a time when that was such a foreign sound, it was almost nonexistent. Sadly that was a different time though, seemingly a whole different era for now it all too often escaped him. They almost always hinted at an anger outburst about to break out from its confinement within Jaggedbreeze. And like the many times before this, this one was no different. Claws protruding from his paw pads, the Stormclanner rose to his hind legs, slashing with his front ones at the tree in front of him. Bark began feeling off of the tree, splinters only narrowly avoiding his flesh, "Why did you even have to come into my life!? You ruined it! I hate you..." At first the screams came out full of heat and anger, getting louder with each word, but almost like it was never there, it all vanished and was replaced by the quietest most faint whisper as his words came to a close. If he really hated her he wouldn't be letting her do this to him. It wasn't her fault that he fell for her. It was all Starclan's fault. They were playing a game with his heart. They were the reason that it had grown so cold, but yet since a certain calico walked into his life it'd been starting to warm up, even if just the slightest of bits.