Post by Ferntrail on Sept 4, 2018 3:29:10 GMT -5
EVEN WHEN IM ANGRY, EVEN WHEN IM COLD
don't you ever leave me, don't leave me alone
don't you ever leave me, don't leave me alone
”It didn’t hurt forever but it felt like forever at the time” he said, his words hushed as he glared at the paw that had once hurt a heck of a lot. Then he shook his paw, the phantom of pain disappearing into the breeze. ”It’s perfectly normal now, anyway”
A dramatic sigh then floated from his mouth ”I have a feeling it’ll be great. For Windclan there would be lush, green fields with their camp at the bottom of a hill, surrounded with trees that can support them with prey when the rabbits are hiding. For Shadowclan, we would have streams of mud and water throughout the territory but as well as that we get a lush forest that Thunderclan would have claimed if they were here” what Otterkit described, sounded like a dream. Because it was a dream. What he had described to her was what he thought of when he tried to peer into the distance, what he saw when he thought of the end of this journey.
He then gave her a big, cheesy grin ”Okay, okay, just know I’m not the best, okay?” he glanced over to her face. Even he wasn’t sure what made him stretch up to press his nose to her cheek. Maybe it was that uncomprehensive, sadness and suffering he did not understand. Maybe it was because something just seemed off.
After he pulled away he trotted a paw mouse-lengths away, face scrunching up in concentration. ”Watch this!” He then leaned forward into a crouch, legs wobbling something. For a kit with absolute no training, it was pretty good. Something was off, though. Where most Shadowclanners were taught strong crouches that could easily be adapted into a fighting move, Otterkit’s was different.
His body was more stretched out, nimble. Something that could be used to dart out easily. This was what he’d picked up from his elders, who hardly even used this. At Riverclan crouches weren’t needed to catch fish, so he really was trying hard! It just felt… weird, to him.
A dramatic sigh then floated from his mouth ”I have a feeling it’ll be great. For Windclan there would be lush, green fields with their camp at the bottom of a hill, surrounded with trees that can support them with prey when the rabbits are hiding. For Shadowclan, we would have streams of mud and water throughout the territory but as well as that we get a lush forest that Thunderclan would have claimed if they were here” what Otterkit described, sounded like a dream. Because it was a dream. What he had described to her was what he thought of when he tried to peer into the distance, what he saw when he thought of the end of this journey.
He then gave her a big, cheesy grin ”Okay, okay, just know I’m not the best, okay?” he glanced over to her face. Even he wasn’t sure what made him stretch up to press his nose to her cheek. Maybe it was that uncomprehensive, sadness and suffering he did not understand. Maybe it was because something just seemed off.
After he pulled away he trotted a paw mouse-lengths away, face scrunching up in concentration. ”Watch this!” He then leaned forward into a crouch, legs wobbling something. For a kit with absolute no training, it was pretty good. Something was off, though. Where most Shadowclanners were taught strong crouches that could easily be adapted into a fighting move, Otterkit’s was different.
His body was more stretched out, nimble. Something that could be used to dart out easily. This was what he’d picked up from his elders, who hardly even used this. At Riverclan crouches weren’t needed to catch fish, so he really was trying hard! It just felt… weird, to him.
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