A Curious Sight. [OPEN] Oct 25, 2020 13:31:24 GMT -6
Post by jagdhund on Oct 25, 2020 13:31:24 GMT -6
"Stay away from the Clans, Lightning. Nothing good can come from them."
The tom's father rarely said a word to him while he was growing up. Mint was usually hunting or patrolling their little section of the world so much he didn't have time for his kits, or so his mother would claim. Truthfully, Lightning believed that Mint didn't care about him or Leaf beyond that they survived so his legacy could survive the test of time. But the few times Mint cared to watch over his kits or teach them how to hunt and fight, he imparted strange warnings about the cats who lived differently than they did.
But no old warnings can stop what Lightning already had in motion. The tom traveled far from his tiny home, and already saw many beautiful sights and sounds unheard. Other passing loners told him more tales of these Clan cats, the rumors and legends of cats who protected their own and chased off non-clanborn cats with reckless, bloody fervor. But they can't be that terrible, can they?
And that's what brought the tangle-furred tom here. He had passed the border a little while ago, yet he was already taken aback by the change in atmosphere. His ears flattened against his head, and a grimace pressed his long fang into his lip. "Clan of the creeping pines, indeed." He shuddered, careful not to let that fear show on his face. His white paws stepped further through the thickets and low hanging needles, wincing each time his fur would get caught in their grasp. Dark eyes scanned the other side of the thicket, nestling himself in the shadows.
"If these cats really exist, they have to show themselves eventually."
(Set before the storm )