Feb 17, 2018 2:29:33 GMT -5
Post by Ravenflight on Feb 17, 2018 2:29:33 GMT -5
A white, patched blur ran quickly across the open landscape, the DarkClan Territory. Ravenflight's movements were dangerously sporadic in pattern and some may have overlooked it as a sick cat, but he was overcome. Strong emotions he did not deal with well. While around the Camp he could keep his composure and while outside the camp, alone, he let it all flow. The only lake on DarkClan Territory is his destination. The Tom's frame shook with pure anger towards StarClan because one of his clanmates had left DarkClan, but soon after was killed by a rouge cat. Was that my friend's purpose, to relieve a cat who thirst for blood!? If Ravenflight's temper were any hotter, the water he submerged himself in would have been steaming. Water penetrated his fur after soaking and he stretched on lake bank, clawing on the ground, marking it furiously. He shook the water off, found a nice area and began grooming between rolls in the field. "May life's source rinse off the anger, may StarClan forgive my condemning thoughts. May there be harmony in the Clans. May the stars foretell to those who listen!" It is still there, the rage, but I can not do anything about it. That cat should not have ever left Clan life. She was an asset, and now she is dead.
Ravenflight let his mind be distracted by the family of rabbits he scented earlier. Might as well bring back fresh kill and make myself useful. The tom went into a low crawl towards the rabbit den and stalked it out. Many baby rabbits skittered around the den. His tense muscles were ready to spring into a leap until the larger female rabbit came into view and shuffled her babies into the burrow. He let them go for another season so they can get plump and large. He laid where he was crouching, and closed his eyes. Why did she have to die? She was so beautiful. Curses! She stirred my hunger when we had time alone as she let me listen to her worries. I will miss that.
He had been having plenty aggressive dreams with the desire to mate because he hadn't mated in a while. So frequent. He felt it was a message from StarClan, that his kits were gravely needed, but he came to realize that was foolish thinking. If he had it his way, he would be neck biting every female in the clan, the need was that strong, but he distanced himself to keep urges under control. It had become more than instinct that drove him to these feelings
What's the point in cleansing if my thoughts drift to these things, his tail swished in aggregation. Pelt almost dry, he stared back towards the pond. He allowed himself to zone out for a good chunk of minutes, and then walked back to the water to submerge himself again. Damn it.
I need to get back, been gone too long. Leaving all day, and alone at that would cause concern or suspicion. Ravvenflight decided he would bring back a large prey on his return. But in the meantime he stayed submerged longer than the last, until his lungs burned. The water has never been a place of retreat for him. While he was under the water, he caught a large fish. This would be a delicacy, no doubt to whoever ate it back at camp.
Ravenflight inhaled the cool air. Finally he surfaced on the water.
Ravenflight let his mind be distracted by the family of rabbits he scented earlier. Might as well bring back fresh kill and make myself useful. The tom went into a low crawl towards the rabbit den and stalked it out. Many baby rabbits skittered around the den. His tense muscles were ready to spring into a leap until the larger female rabbit came into view and shuffled her babies into the burrow. He let them go for another season so they can get plump and large. He laid where he was crouching, and closed his eyes. Why did she have to die? She was so beautiful. Curses! She stirred my hunger when we had time alone as she let me listen to her worries. I will miss that.
He had been having plenty aggressive dreams with the desire to mate because he hadn't mated in a while. So frequent. He felt it was a message from StarClan, that his kits were gravely needed, but he came to realize that was foolish thinking. If he had it his way, he would be neck biting every female in the clan, the need was that strong, but he distanced himself to keep urges under control. It had become more than instinct that drove him to these feelings
What's the point in cleansing if my thoughts drift to these things, his tail swished in aggregation. Pelt almost dry, he stared back towards the pond. He allowed himself to zone out for a good chunk of minutes, and then walked back to the water to submerge himself again. Damn it.
I need to get back, been gone too long. Leaving all day, and alone at that would cause concern or suspicion. Ravvenflight decided he would bring back a large prey on his return. But in the meantime he stayed submerged longer than the last, until his lungs burned. The water has never been a place of retreat for him. While he was under the water, he caught a large fish. This would be a delicacy, no doubt to whoever ate it back at camp.
Ravenflight inhaled the cool air. Finally he surfaced on the water.