Post by ` `shadsywadsy. on May 11, 2013 22:31:54 GMT -5
It was still night when Shadow tried to quietly sneak out of the apprentice den. Then sun's rays could be seen trying to peak out from behind night's cold grasp, but that did not bother him. Shadow got up, stretched, and yawned quietly. He did not wish to disturb anyone else. They needed their sleep. He began to walk out of the den, and of course, since he was trying to be quiet he tripped over his own paw and landed on the ground with a loud thump. A few angered grumbles came out of his denmates maws, and he uttered an apology or something close to it. He continued walking out, seeing as he had no one to stop him. The air was crisp and clean. A fog blanketed the earth, but it wasn't too thick. He could still see a ways in front of him. Yawning, the tom apprentice headed out of camp. He hoped none of the now awakened apprentices would follow him. He wanted to be alone for a little while.
His large paws were surprisingly silent as they stepped across the bogs of his territory. He stayed on the high, dry grounds as much as he could, trying his best to not to get his pelt dirty. Not that he was concerned about his looks. In fact, he could care less. He just would rather not smell the bogs on him all day long. He took in a deep breath, gathering in the cold, burning air. It burned his throat as he took it in. But he loved it. It tasted clean and fresh.
As his paws stopped in front of the dead tree, the sun had finally escaped its dungeon and rose above the horizon. Its glorious rays warmed the earth, forcing its inhabitants to bow to its power. The massive tabby tom rejoiced in its warmth, the light shining off his glossy pelt. He streched toward its warmth briefly before jumping onto the tree. He dug his claws into the bark and scrambled his way up to the lowest branch. He perched himself on top of it, letting his tail and front paw dangle over the edge. He had already decided today would be a lazy day, and anyone who dared tried to break him of it would wish they hadn't.
Son, just what in starclan's name do you think you are doing?
Dad? As he realized he had spoke the word aloud, he instantly felt stupid. His father could not be there. It was impossible. He looked around though, alert and eyes searching for anything - anything that could remotely be his father. After his father had left a moon ago, he had been hearing him in his head, telling him right from wrong and teaching him just as he used to. He wasn't psychotic. Lightheart had said he wasn't. He said that Shadow was just mourning his loss in his own special way, and eventually it would be okay. Shadow took a deep breath and settled down. He put his chin back on the branch and closed his eyes. Maybe today would be different.
[muse] alright.
[music] mayday parade
[word count] too lazy to find out
[comments] cue the girl(;
[music] mayday parade
[word count] too lazy to find out
[comments] cue the girl(;