Post by **Liz** on Jun 25, 2008 15:01:49 GMT -7
A massive dark tom padded slowly forward, sniffing the fallen tree that stretched across the water to the small island.
what is this place? he wondered. The trees above him rustled in the wind. He wasn't sure exactly where he was. It had been a long time since he'd been near the four clans, since he was out-casted from Shadowclan with his kin a moon ago, before he was apprenticed. His father had taken the liberty of preforming the ceremony, and had decided to name himself leader of a new clan,
Downclan.
Darkpaw shook his head wearily, as if to shake the thoughts out of his ears. All he wanted to do was eat and sleep, but he didn't know any hunting skills. All he knew how to do was battle. And besides, he believed in the Warrior Code, and knew not to take prey from any of the Clans. Darkpaw desperately wanted a clan, a mentor and a home. That was all he needed. But he knew no clan was prepared to take him in. News of Redheart and Downclaw's tyranny and their brainwashing of their kits to do their bidding was rampant in the forests. Again, he shook his head.
Enough! he thought, I must not think of this anymore! But the knowledge of his parents plans to kill the four clans, with the help of the kitty pets and rouges in the area, weighed on his shoulders like a boulder on a twig. And the memories of the Cats who'd risked their lives to help in battle weighed on him even a heavier burden.
During the battle Darkpaw had fallen off a sheer cliff, and was unconscious for a long time. When he woke up all of the clan cats were gone. For weeks he'd been wandering, looking for the clans. This must be the meeting island...he sniffed and smelt the faint scents of many cats. He licked his shoulder nervously and lapped some of the cool lake water. He'd been confronted by three of the clans patrols; Shadowclan, Riverclan and Windclan. He had wounds from battles and his ears still rang with the insults and yowlings from the furious cats. He sighed and looked to the stars. Surely starclan hadn't deserted him? Darkpaw shook his head sadly and padded towards Thunderclan territory. One more try, he thought tiredly. Darkpaw padded on silently, the memories of his past trailing behind him like his tail dragging on the ground in the mist gathering around his massive paws, his head hung with shame and exhaustion...
what is this place? he wondered. The trees above him rustled in the wind. He wasn't sure exactly where he was. It had been a long time since he'd been near the four clans, since he was out-casted from Shadowclan with his kin a moon ago, before he was apprenticed. His father had taken the liberty of preforming the ceremony, and had decided to name himself leader of a new clan,
Downclan.
Darkpaw shook his head wearily, as if to shake the thoughts out of his ears. All he wanted to do was eat and sleep, but he didn't know any hunting skills. All he knew how to do was battle. And besides, he believed in the Warrior Code, and knew not to take prey from any of the Clans. Darkpaw desperately wanted a clan, a mentor and a home. That was all he needed. But he knew no clan was prepared to take him in. News of Redheart and Downclaw's tyranny and their brainwashing of their kits to do their bidding was rampant in the forests. Again, he shook his head.
Enough! he thought, I must not think of this anymore! But the knowledge of his parents plans to kill the four clans, with the help of the kitty pets and rouges in the area, weighed on his shoulders like a boulder on a twig. And the memories of the Cats who'd risked their lives to help in battle weighed on him even a heavier burden.
During the battle Darkpaw had fallen off a sheer cliff, and was unconscious for a long time. When he woke up all of the clan cats were gone. For weeks he'd been wandering, looking for the clans. This must be the meeting island...he sniffed and smelt the faint scents of many cats. He licked his shoulder nervously and lapped some of the cool lake water. He'd been confronted by three of the clans patrols; Shadowclan, Riverclan and Windclan. He had wounds from battles and his ears still rang with the insults and yowlings from the furious cats. He sighed and looked to the stars. Surely starclan hadn't deserted him? Darkpaw shook his head sadly and padded towards Thunderclan territory. One more try, he thought tiredly. Darkpaw padded on silently, the memories of his past trailing behind him like his tail dragging on the ground in the mist gathering around his massive paws, his head hung with shame and exhaustion...
