Post by somber on Mar 12, 2011 19:19:14 GMT -5
SOMBERCALL
&&. Sombercall walked alone, his head held high and his paws sinking into the marshland beneath his feet. He was in no way like every other cat in his clan, many thought he was too kind and too understanding. The way he saw it was even a ShadowClan cat could be civilized and if no other cat wanted to stand to that, then he would. His gray pelt was tugged at by the vegetation as he dodges carefully between it, his thoughts not allowing much room for him to leave the necessities. You know, the funny things that were considered important like breathing, eatting, sleeping... just some of those things he had given up. Not entirely, but enough where cats worried for him. His process was a slow one. the process of movement and thought. He was focused too much on what he was worried about to notice what he was coming to and often stumbled over a few patches of vegetation and the occasional rock. And each time he would stop, glare at what had disrupted his thoughts. After several times he finally stopped and let out a frustrated yowl at the silent forest. Curse StarClan, curse ShadowClan, and curse all that inhabit it! He thought bitterly before he hung his head and glared down at his paws.
&&. Usually he wasn't this angry. Usually he had a little more patience. Usually he cared. But today he hated life. He hated everyone, everything, hoped that it would all end with one massive catastrophe. Today he wanted something to happen that would change his life or something that would end it. If it changed for the better he doubted he would notice though. No one ever notices the good things you do. And even if they do, the praise for them is usually short-lived. With a simple sigh the soft gray cat slumped to his haunches and stared sadly around him. He had an overwhelming urge to get up and change what was happening but he doubted he could, figured he couldn't , because no one would pay attention if he were to make their lives better. No one would notice if he was gone. He sighed and pushed himself to his paws and stalked through the forest, his shoulders rolling as his body lowered to the ground, locking up at the first scent of food. He could smell it and he wanted it. But inside he knew the Warrior Code would not allow it. He crouched lower and slowly backed up, rocking back and forth on his front and back paws like he was going to leap. Suddenly he sprang forward and clamped down on his prey. It was a frog, something that he had learned to swallow down, just as every ShadowClanner did. But he didn't dig in and scrapped dirt over it, pushing himself away and continuing onward. He would hunt and take out his frustrations.