05-30-2017, 12:26 AM
SunClan had changed. It's members, where they had previously been familiar to him, were mere strangers now; but that's what happened when you pack up and leave your small "town" and moved onto bigger and brighter things. Although, he dared not call ColouredClan or SkyClan bright; the former was as crude as the ladder was boring, but mayhaps his outlook was only unique to him. After all, Seafoam was nothing less than a character out for the best in life, the exciting. SunClan, for a time, had provided that for him, with the bustling duties of leadership and the drama thickening in the air like smoke in a fire. However, the vast majority of said drama was started and ended by him, and the last bout was his fall into tyranny. Unfortunately, it hadn't been graceful, and he held no sweetness for it either  all that remained was a familiar feeling of disappointment, lingering like a shadow where he didn't need it to be.
Living as Enkonix in SkyClan had provided insight to him, but not much. It only taught him that he could still be good, in a way. If being a shy, shivering leaf that started at the nearest touch could possibly count as good. Being so fragile cost him manipulation at the hands of a relative, but he'd been violated in so many ways thus far that it only further proved to drive a stick in the mud and figuratively point out how vulnerable he was under a mask of tough villanily that anyone within a mile radius would give him if they knew what he had done. Even an optimist could fail to bring sunshine in his life where it had very briefly been. While he liked to say and think that his madness began with the death of Nidalee, it had truly began when he was born. Killing him young would have been such a sweet mercy if his mother had known what he'd grow up to be. Seafoam was just waiting for an angel to grace him with a permanent death this time, so he could finally be at peace.
After ColouredClan, he roamed for what felt like moons, stopping only to lay his head down and disappear into his own imagination. Sleeping, as always, was the opposite of peaceful, but at least it was better than watching the hours pass by right before your eyes because your own system refused to shut down. At least he got something to keep him going at the end of the day.
SunClan's old castle territory was where he'd met Nidalee. He took it to himself to visit the place, even if it was worn and charred and spoke of memories that were bad to revisit. Bad for his health, he meant. But his health had already fallen into timbuck two and was so low he would never be able to recover. He'd been given so many chances to rewrite himself a new story, but no matter what, sickness followed him back again. It clutched to his figure like a second skin, smelly and sticky with sweat, black as night and as warm as a furnace.
For the sake of nostalgia, Seafoam had even shifted into a blue tabby cat with his old sea-green eyes, but this time his mind's eye had blurred and he was more tall and lanky than he was small and petite.
His figure was still familiar bough and he rested peacefully on the shore, even when the waves snipped and snapped at his face and paws and made him sneeze occasionally. SunClan's old beach was still plain but as homey as a beach could be, all warm colors against a blood red sky and dark blue ocean. He contemplated on becoming a fish and exploring, but the thought was scarcely dwelled on for how ridiculous he dismissed it to be.
For now, he was just content to watch and remember. Remember her smile, her scent, her taste, her everything. Everything that made Nidalee Nidalee before she died.
Living as Enkonix in SkyClan had provided insight to him, but not much. It only taught him that he could still be good, in a way. If being a shy, shivering leaf that started at the nearest touch could possibly count as good. Being so fragile cost him manipulation at the hands of a relative, but he'd been violated in so many ways thus far that it only further proved to drive a stick in the mud and figuratively point out how vulnerable he was under a mask of tough villanily that anyone within a mile radius would give him if they knew what he had done. Even an optimist could fail to bring sunshine in his life where it had very briefly been. While he liked to say and think that his madness began with the death of Nidalee, it had truly began when he was born. Killing him young would have been such a sweet mercy if his mother had known what he'd grow up to be. Seafoam was just waiting for an angel to grace him with a permanent death this time, so he could finally be at peace.
After ColouredClan, he roamed for what felt like moons, stopping only to lay his head down and disappear into his own imagination. Sleeping, as always, was the opposite of peaceful, but at least it was better than watching the hours pass by right before your eyes because your own system refused to shut down. At least he got something to keep him going at the end of the day.
SunClan's old castle territory was where he'd met Nidalee. He took it to himself to visit the place, even if it was worn and charred and spoke of memories that were bad to revisit. Bad for his health, he meant. But his health had already fallen into timbuck two and was so low he would never be able to recover. He'd been given so many chances to rewrite himself a new story, but no matter what, sickness followed him back again. It clutched to his figure like a second skin, smelly and sticky with sweat, black as night and as warm as a furnace.
For the sake of nostalgia, Seafoam had even shifted into a blue tabby cat with his old sea-green eyes, but this time his mind's eye had blurred and he was more tall and lanky than he was small and petite.
His figure was still familiar bough and he rested peacefully on the shore, even when the waves snipped and snapped at his face and paws and made him sneeze occasionally. SunClan's old beach was still plain but as homey as a beach could be, all warm colors against a blood red sky and dark blue ocean. He contemplated on becoming a fish and exploring, but the thought was scarcely dwelled on for how ridiculous he dismissed it to be.
For now, he was just content to watch and remember. Remember her smile, her scent, her taste, her everything. Everything that made Nidalee Nidalee before she died.