Post by Hardy on Jan 11, 2015 18:17:17 GMT -10
ooc; implying i would use anyone other than stripes
Birds sung a melody high in the trees as a soft breeze blew through the trees, signaling the start of Greenleaf. Their song quickly turned into panicked squawking as they flew away, warning all animals that something was coming.
A large tabby stumbled out of a bush, grumbling about stupid planets. Stripes preferred the open areas of the Up-Walkers homes where little stood in ones way to getting from point a to point b, where cats were able to roam from place to place without these "warriors" (he still couldn't believe they called themselves that) telling you where you can and can't go. When he first came to this place he stayed in alley ways, but the Up-Walkers had little to no tolerance of his presence when he attacked their kittypets for their food. Maybe it getting chased out wasn't too bad, after all, he had lead to him finding Tobias again.
Stripes padded along the border of... StreamClan? TreeClan? That didn't sound right. Wasn't there more than two? He paused, looking around. The air smelled of many cats, the scents of all those pesky clans. A small memory came to him, of Tobias telling him about some repeating gathering of all the clans happening when the moon was full. Is this where they met? His eyes narrowed as he thought about it. Why even have something like that when you are constantly fighting each other? Nothing these cats ever did made any sense to Stripes. Why Tobias even bothered to join these fools was beyond Stripes, but to the fair, so was the Up-Walkers protecting those kittypets.
Everything here just seemed so backwards. A small maybe you're the one who has it backwards crossed his mind, but he pushed it away. He had never quite found a place like the one he grew up in, and remembering Tobias' stories from then had made him realize, if only a little, that his upbringing was far from normal. Stripes peered into the pines trees that aligned one side of the clearing. If those stories he had heard were true, one way of life might not be so different than what he knew.
A large tabby stumbled out of a bush, grumbling about stupid planets. Stripes preferred the open areas of the Up-Walkers homes where little stood in ones way to getting from point a to point b, where cats were able to roam from place to place without these "warriors" (he still couldn't believe they called themselves that) telling you where you can and can't go. When he first came to this place he stayed in alley ways, but the Up-Walkers had little to no tolerance of his presence when he attacked their kittypets for their food. Maybe it getting chased out wasn't too bad, after all, he had lead to him finding Tobias again.
Stripes padded along the border of... StreamClan? TreeClan? That didn't sound right. Wasn't there more than two? He paused, looking around. The air smelled of many cats, the scents of all those pesky clans. A small memory came to him, of Tobias telling him about some repeating gathering of all the clans happening when the moon was full. Is this where they met? His eyes narrowed as he thought about it. Why even have something like that when you are constantly fighting each other? Nothing these cats ever did made any sense to Stripes. Why Tobias even bothered to join these fools was beyond Stripes, but to the fair, so was the Up-Walkers protecting those kittypets.
Everything here just seemed so backwards. A small maybe you're the one who has it backwards crossed his mind, but he pushed it away. He had never quite found a place like the one he grew up in, and remembering Tobias' stories from then had made him realize, if only a little, that his upbringing was far from normal. Stripes peered into the pines trees that aligned one side of the clearing. If those stories he had heard were true, one way of life might not be so different than what he knew.