Post by ~Nighthunter~ on Sept 22, 2014 22:00:20 GMT -5
Lionmask
Lionmask drank in the scents of the rabbits on the hills. The wind made it easy for him to catch it, barely any effort needed, and for that he was thankful. Windclan had suffered greatly recently, and even the thought of prey was teasing and almost cruel. So far no one else had been bitten and infected, but enough warriors had to make a difference. Those that were left were working twice as hard to sustain the clan, and those that had it were either dead or dying. Some had even gone into exile on there own, or gone off in search of a cure in hopes of saving themselves or running from death. It was days like this that he did not feel like a leader in truth. Yes he was a leader, though he did not have the lives and honored name given with the position, and sometimes he felt others would see themselves seated at his post instead.
It wasn't like he was sleeping all day, no he worked constantly trying to kill infected animals and catch those that were unharmed. Of course keeping his clan from falling apart was also apart of the job. Here now he stood on the lookout plateau, gazing out over the territory, and trying to catch his interest in something. Surely one of his warriors were seeing to the rabbits he had smelt, he only hoped they brought enough warriors to keep a watch on the hunt as well. Rabid animals could leap from anywhere, and having to watch multiple rabbits holes it might be hard to keep all in sight. Lionmask had sent for some of his clanmates to meet him here. Hopefully they came soon, as he was eager to get going. He had found the nest of a particularly dangerous critter and he needed it gone. If he had nine lives to barter he would do it alone, but that was not to be.
