- Feb 20, 2023
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❪ TAGS ❫ — The sun radiates above the vast blue sky, beaming down upon the hills and the open grasses. Perched below and atop Outlook Rock are several WindClanners, as a small group had departed camp a short while ago in order to take a stroll through the territory as well as get some fresh air.
Snakepaw stood atop the surface of the giant slab of earth, tail lifted and chest puffed proudly as he surveyed the moors below with a sweep of his emerald gaze. He is only an apprentice now, no one particularly special within the ranks of WindClan, but one day that would change. Vivid daydreams and hopes fill his sight; visions of him standing on the Tallrock and addressing the clan as a leader. He sees himself leading an army of brutes to weaker clans, conquering their territories and striking fear into WindClan's enemies.
He is absorbed into his own world now, voices and sights around him all but a blur as he envisions himself threatening a pathetic-looking Blazestar and his kittypet "warriors", "I am Snakestar, leader of WindClan. Cower before me or my warriors will slaughter you like rabbits." As snotty and arrogant as the apprentice was, he undoubtedly had aspirations of his own and a motivation to achieve his desires. Perhaps they were dreams only a kit would possess, perhaps he'd grow out of them as soon as reality settled in, but for now he truly wants to be Snakestar.
The black tom arches his back and springs forward across the smooth surface with a reptilian-esque hisssss, truly channeling all of the ferocity he could muster for the sake of his own game of pretend. Snakepaw then drew back, straightening up and looking over the moors once again. These lands had housed his family for generations, and he'd forever defend them with his life — and maybe, someday, they would truly belong to him.
Snakepaw stood atop the surface of the giant slab of earth, tail lifted and chest puffed proudly as he surveyed the moors below with a sweep of his emerald gaze. He is only an apprentice now, no one particularly special within the ranks of WindClan, but one day that would change. Vivid daydreams and hopes fill his sight; visions of him standing on the Tallrock and addressing the clan as a leader. He sees himself leading an army of brutes to weaker clans, conquering their territories and striking fear into WindClan's enemies.
He is absorbed into his own world now, voices and sights around him all but a blur as he envisions himself threatening a pathetic-looking Blazestar and his kittypet "warriors", "I am Snakestar, leader of WindClan. Cower before me or my warriors will slaughter you like rabbits." As snotty and arrogant as the apprentice was, he undoubtedly had aspirations of his own and a motivation to achieve his desires. Perhaps they were dreams only a kit would possess, perhaps he'd grow out of them as soon as reality settled in, but for now he truly wants to be Snakestar.
The black tom arches his back and springs forward across the smooth surface with a reptilian-esque hisssss, truly channeling all of the ferocity he could muster for the sake of his own game of pretend. Snakepaw then drew back, straightening up and looking over the moors once again. These lands had housed his family for generations, and he'd forever defend them with his life — and maybe, someday, they would truly belong to him.