Post by elmstripe on Jul 18, 2012 1:11:44 GMT -5
elmstripe
" try talking to me about the reason behind your tears, and about the thorny roses which pierce through your tiny heart "
Thunderclan camp was quiet aside from the protesting mewls of kittens as their mothers ushered them into the nursery. Overhead a storm was brewing. The sky was gray and cracked. Lines mimicking those of a spider web darted across the sky. Streams of pale sunlight dappled the ground below. The air carried the scent of rain and with it would come destruction. Most of Elmstripe’s clan mates were huddled in their dens. Elders complained about their joints and spat colorful remarks at one another. Warriors murmured softly and queens hummed their kittens to sleep. The orange tom slid out of the warrior’s den. He was uninterested in their conversation and he wasn’t going to waste his day listening to the younger toms exchange slap stick humor. No, the senior warrior would roam far away from camp—deep into the forest where he would be away from the noise.
His paws carried him out of camp undetected. Thunder shook the soil beneath his paws and the clouds were beginning to grow dark. Now wasn’t the time for a stroll but the escape was essential for his sanity. He loved his clan mates (some more than others) and was a loyal warrior but there were days when he just needed a break from their trivial conversations. It seemed like the only thing they talked about was she-cats or the weather, neither of which Elmstripe found appealing. He didn’t care what Rainstar had to say about his absence. He wasn’t breaking any law, he had the freedom to travel his territory as he pleased. The handsome tom was no longer an apprentice but a seasoned warrior. Although the rules still tied him down in some aspects this was certainly not one of them. Another clap of thunder boomed above shattering the silence of the forest. The tom decided he would rather listen to the thunder than the staticy noise associated with camp.
Storm chasing was something his mentor had enjoyed. Personally, Elmstripe never saw the logic in it but he never argued or protested when his mentor asked him to participate. They’d go out in the pouring rain and chase down the lighting or follow the sound of thunder. What they were looking for he had no idea and even though it was irrational in his mind, he had fun. His apprentice days were full of hard work and determination but those stormy days were the days he remembered the above all else. What other apprentice got to go out and chase a storm down? Granted, they never caught one and he was sure it was impossible to do so but that was never the point. In fact the tom still wasn’t sure what his mentor meant to teach him and if there was anything to teach at all. A rare grin pierced the scowl that he constantly wore. Thick raindrops soon began to fall from the sky and he figured that it would become a downpour soon enough. He turned his muzzle upward only to catch a raindrop in the eye. The tom blinked and shook his head. It was foolish of me to come out here, he thought, his lips forming his signature hard line. However since the tom was already out in the forest he figured he might as well bunker down until the storm passed.
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