Post by Blossom on Mar 13, 2012 14:38:04 GMT -10
The days were warmer now, as were the nights. Leaf-bare was slithering away, sending a final cold, rustling wind through the ever-greens and the newly grown leaves of the other trees, as new-leaf sprang to live, rushing forward to overwhelm the cold as swiftly as possible. Despite the warmer weather, as of late, a shiver ran down a young tom's spine. The fur atop there bristled in irritation. There were too many emotions playing out within him. Anger, sorrow, hopelessness, fear, uncertainty; they were all products of a very untimely death. Why did StarClan choose now to take him?
Stormclaw had always been a good warrior, hadn't he? He was loyal to his Clan, he tended to his duties. Above all else, he loved his family. He was a good cat. So, why did StarClan want him? Were they jealous? Did they want to strip his family of their happiness? Were they just in need of him up there among the stars? Had he committed some terrible crime for which he had to pay? Swallowpaw had thought of all of these things, over and over again, but an answer never came to him. If StarClan had the answer, they weren't sharing it with him.
The dappled gray tom was sitting just outside of the apprentice's den, his face angled toward the ground as he stared at his almost-white paws. His ears were angled that way as well, as he was trying his best to block out noise that he did not want to hear, as if his mind wasn't thrumming loudly enough to drown out all other noises in the first place. Blackpaw, Bramblingpaw; he didn't know where his sisters were. Somewhere. If they needed him, they'd find him. His mother hadn't long since left him, trying to console him. There was no need of the effort. Right now, he could not be consoled. He'd not long lost his father, only a couple of days ago, and he still didn't know what to think or do.
Swallowpaw dreaded the moment that he would have to start living again. For now, cats left him along. But soon, soon he would have to start training again, as would his sisters. How long would his mentor remain patient with him? How long would he be allowed to grieve? How long would he need?
((Possibly terrible, this is, but it's something. I want to add this bit to his history, actually. I don't know why it turned out this way, but it is in current time and what not. I basically just need character development, here. I'm also pretty sure that I want to bring Bramblingpaw in. This is MeadowClan, by the way. I didn't have room in the title. It is also very open to anyone!))
Stormclaw had always been a good warrior, hadn't he? He was loyal to his Clan, he tended to his duties. Above all else, he loved his family. He was a good cat. So, why did StarClan want him? Were they jealous? Did they want to strip his family of their happiness? Were they just in need of him up there among the stars? Had he committed some terrible crime for which he had to pay? Swallowpaw had thought of all of these things, over and over again, but an answer never came to him. If StarClan had the answer, they weren't sharing it with him.
The dappled gray tom was sitting just outside of the apprentice's den, his face angled toward the ground as he stared at his almost-white paws. His ears were angled that way as well, as he was trying his best to block out noise that he did not want to hear, as if his mind wasn't thrumming loudly enough to drown out all other noises in the first place. Blackpaw, Bramblingpaw; he didn't know where his sisters were. Somewhere. If they needed him, they'd find him. His mother hadn't long since left him, trying to console him. There was no need of the effort. Right now, he could not be consoled. He'd not long lost his father, only a couple of days ago, and he still didn't know what to think or do.
Swallowpaw dreaded the moment that he would have to start living again. For now, cats left him along. But soon, soon he would have to start training again, as would his sisters. How long would his mentor remain patient with him? How long would he be allowed to grieve? How long would he need?
((Possibly terrible, this is, but it's something. I want to add this bit to his history, actually. I don't know why it turned out this way, but it is in current time and what not. I basically just need character development, here. I'm also pretty sure that I want to bring Bramblingpaw in. This is MeadowClan, by the way. I didn't have room in the title. It is also very open to anyone!))
