06-24-2018, 08:45 PM
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The sun is setting over behind the pine trees, the night before not bringing him any luck of sleep, no true place to find solitude in for even four hours. He briefly manages, proud, but... well, remember that badger mentioned earlier? His mother didn’t appreciate a cat dreaming along with her kits, who barely took notice. Olivia probably awaits for him to curl up at the edge of her bed, comes home every night in hopes he’d return. Her heart probably aches for him. He understand, as his does, too. But he has a prophecy. One that may have begun but doesn’t end in his owner’s soft comforter... no matter how comfortable it was.
Another example of his lack in luck? His failure to catch the waft of scent that tells him he’s crossed into Thunderclan territory. His initial plan was to reach Shadowclan territory, where his mother had been born and raised until she’d eventually be exiled. He thought he’d been going in the right direction, but he’d lost whatever path he thought he’d been taking along the way. He’s sought out to find what he thinks is Shadowclan camp as stealthy as possible, unaware that someone might not too far behind him.
The sun is setting over behind the pine trees, the night before not bringing him any luck of sleep, no true place to find solitude in for even four hours. He briefly manages, proud, but... well, remember that badger mentioned earlier? His mother didn’t appreciate a cat dreaming along with her kits, who barely took notice. Olivia probably awaits for him to curl up at the edge of her bed, comes home every night in hopes he’d return. Her heart probably aches for him. He understand, as his does, too. But he has a prophecy. One that may have begun but doesn’t end in his owner’s soft comforter... no matter how comfortable it was.
Another example of his lack in luck? His failure to catch the waft of scent that tells him he’s crossed into Thunderclan territory. His initial plan was to reach Shadowclan territory, where his mother had been born and raised until she’d eventually be exiled. He thought he’d been going in the right direction, but he’d lost whatever path he thought he’d been taking along the way. He’s sought out to find what he thinks is Shadowclan camp as stealthy as possible, unaware that someone might not too far behind him.
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[b]i don't need you to find me, you don't define me
[i]former kitty pet | ten moons | info
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