Post by thistle on Aug 21, 2011 22:44:05 GMT -10
 Veerythroat was in a nothing mood. [bg=cdd4da][atrb=width,469,true] [atrb=border,0,true]She didn’t exactly feel empty, but she didn’t feel any other emotion either. Dawn was approaching but she had woken early as she hadn’t been tired, and her den mates’ soft snoring was enough to put her on edge. The stream near the edge of MeadowClan was a peaceful place when the sun had barely risen yet; the soft trickle of water running over stones was a heck lot better than some cat mumbling and shifting in their sleep. For once, Veerythroat hadn’t started her day with a quick survey of the borderlines, and bringing down as much fresh-kill as she could find. She was in a nothing mood, after all, and so in her mind, it was just her and the stream and the mud gunking up her paw pads. Yech. The feel of squishy dirt underneath her claws snapped her back to reality some, but not really. Absently, she began to wonder about the other Clans. Not that she cared about them. But it was nice to know that other Clans had bigger problems than her’s did. Fogclan’s sudden new leader Miststar and then her mysterious (hah, mysterious Miststar!) and unexplainable disappearance was quite curious. She didn’t like the looks of their FogClan; last Gathering some had a few minor wounds crusting on their pelts, and the atmosphere surrounding them was uptight and unsettled. "Whatever," she mumbled under her breath. Snooty StarClan believers. PineClan was the exact opposite, when it came to beliefs. She pitied them slightly, since Volepelt’s new reign seemed quite harsh. Lucky StreamClan; their life was as serene as the brook that gurgled before her. And then she sighed as she thought of her own Clan. Stupid divide. It was growing more apparent than ever. Veerythroat personally didn’t know what to think. Her mother was a loner but her father was Forestborn, and anyway, they had met on the journey to their new territories. And Cedarstar never seemed to be the biased type. Sure, all the high positions were taken by Forestborn felines, but on everyday situations... Gah, so much for a great new day. Veerythroat raked long streaks in the mud, a few careless specks dirtying her lower legs. Her ears flattened with upset. The sun had just shed its milky light over the horizon, and she was no longer prepared to meet it. speaking thinking  |
ooc: She's not in a nothing mood anymore.
Anyway, excuse the terrible post; I'm still rusty and unsure of how exactly I want to play her. <3
