drifting through.

[grayy]

[bg=1a1a1a][atrb=border,0,true] + a l o n g d a y a l o n e e m p t i n e s s i s s o r e a l + ♠ ♣ ♥ ♦ the word. this humble world. why, dear starclan, why could no one see how important he was? while everyone focused on stripestar's great achievements, the entire clan forgot about what he, grayclaw, brought with him during birth. a bright new beginning. that's right. and no cat even cared. he was the oldest! father loved him best! grayclaw had great form, muscles, speed, and brains. twice the amount his stupid brother ever could have. that stupid, good for nothing ginger menace. why, oh why was he alive, dear dustwhisker? anger like nonE before surged through grayclaw, rough, sharp nails popping out from between strong pawpads, scraping away the earth beneath him. stupid, stupid, stupid stripebird. he should have been deputy. he, grayclaw. and yet greencloud, a cat who couldn't tell up from down, beat him to it.that was not justice. it irritated him. it drove him mad. the reasoning behind that decision. the answer? none. there was no reason! ha! stupid bluemoon's fault. mouse dung, crowfood. there weren't enough swear words in the world he could use. at least that leader died. or left. he didn't know. and frankly, he didn't care. nope. not one bit. stripebird messed it up, or should he say stripestar. never. not to that loser. he was the oldest, the oldest! older brothers gained power, not younger ones. jeez. there were real idiots out there. he stretched his neck, pulling the stressed muscles until they felt loose and wiggly. yes, stripestar would go down. the grass felt great beneath his paws, between his toes and claws. so good, so good. like wet saliva. or blood. your choice. the air tested like . . . peppermint. no, wait. air smells like air. right? heather? lavender? he liked peppermint, so grayclaw decided the air smelled just as sweet. sometimes his mind didn't make any sense. but to him he made perfect sense! why didn't anyone understand his beautiful brain? he deserved power! grayclaw, windclan's bravest warrior. off to the side, grayclaw noticed a rabbit feeding on a dead mouse. wait, what? dead mouse? oh. he meant dead grass. yeah, yeah. same peppermint taste, he bet. a small smirk cascaded across his ever challenging face. well, challenging in the sense that it was definitely not easy to read. like a rock. oh, rocks did express emotion. and a huge boulder sat right here, in front of him, it's untold story seeping out of gold veins and amethyst arteries. "you don't think i'm crazy, right rocky rock?" of course, the rock replied nothing, leaving grayclaw in his insane solitude. reaching out a paw, he began petting the huge stone, in hopes to ease it's anxiety. "oh no, dear. you can talk to me. i'll love you forever." his exasperated sigh suddenly forced sleep upon him, and he fell over in a light, two second slumber. sometimes even geniuses got tired. oh, but what was this? grayclaw's eyes shot open, looking to the left and then looking to the right. any angry chipmunks? none. good. that meant safety and security. he shuffled to his paws, laying low in case any rainbow geese decided to fly right at him. those rainbow geese were evil. why couldn't anyone else see them? maybe he had a gift! great, now he really would out-do his brother. and then there was the platypus with wings! who'd ever seen such an animal? when he brought it up with a few other windclanners, they called him moony. moony! how dare they! "i'm not mad. i prefer the term . . . diabolical genius!" and with that, grayclaw let off a high pitched laugh, resembling a helpless kit's mewling or a cat in pain. it traveled through the forest, shaking leaves, rattling branches. sometimes he was too smart for his own good. and then movement. grayclaw ceased his hilarious antics, for however funny they were others never appreciated them. his ears swiveled, representing little satellites in action. whipping around, a loud and fearful hiss escaped his throat like a bottled rocket. "WHO GOES THERE? are you part of the burgundy rat tribe?" he narrowed and enlarged his eyes, as if blinking without actually closing them. maybe he'd had a little too much catnip? 9 . 5 . 3 ♠ ♣ ♥ ♦ + n e v e r h a v i n g p e a c e o f m i n d r u n n i n g f r o m w h a t i c a n t s e e +

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