I WANT SOMETHING JUST LIKE THIS
So much had happened in such a short amount of time. It was a wonder it didn't entirely overwhelm the tomcat seeing as how his world had been limited to four walls and a roof for the majority of his life, locked in a room where survival was never guaranteed and you had to fight for everything. He had only truly begun living a few short moons ago, a break-in at the twolegs house allowing him to escape onto the streets and eventually to the moors, where he'd found Windclan.
And then, it was just one thing after another.
He'd been accepted into the clan as 'less than a warrior', an outsider that had been scorned by Hyacinth and scrutinized by Soot, a pariah among so many clan cats who still harbored hatred for outsiders. He'd had no idea what he was supposed to be doing in those days, and had even had to endure Hyacinths wrath when he'd called their group by the wrong name. Drama with Weasel and Cicadastar, the death of the Skyclanner who'd jumped Soot in a two-on-one fight, his feels for Inky, his sudden promotion and the warnings Soot had given him about those who would want to take it from him- some by force.
He couldn't say he wasn't any better off than he'd been in the beginning because really he was. He knew what was expected of him in the group and could recognize most of the cats, he felt more confident in Soots trust in him and was even on much better terms with Weasel and Hyacinth since he'd been made Deputy. But it was still a lot.
And it never seemed to end.
Green eyes would flash upward to land on Kestreltalon, drawn to the wound momentarily before meeting the gaze of her still remaining eye. Did he feel sympathy for her? It was hard to say. Dusk didn't really know her, and that always made it a little harder, especially with a cat with such an abrasive personality. Where he'd come from cat would end up with wounds like hers on a regular basis, claws constantly flying over scraps of prey or space intruded upon. It was like surviving in a prison where there were no guards to keep order and the supplies were near non-existant. Even he bore the scars of those incidents, gashes and punctures along his body that had acumulated throughout the seasons. Hell, he'd given wounds like that to other cats, more times than he could count.
Did that mean he couldn't feel bad for someone else though? No. If it had been Inky or Rose of Hyacinth who'd been hit he might have felt something, but would he have interfered? He wasn't sure. After all, Kestrel had been doing herself no favors with the attiude she'd been holding with Soot.
"Just because I'm loyal to my Leader doesn't make me a suck up. If you tried showing a bit of respect to the cats around here you wouldn't have any problems either." he shot back, tail twitching in annoyance. This wasn't the first time he'd been cornered by someone who was unhappy with a decision Soot had made, and just like with Pebblenose he didn't intend to be pushed around. Of course, that didn't mean he was hoping for an argument either. He hadn't joined Windclan to be at odds with the cats there. He'd had enough of that in his lifetime.
windclan warrior - male - 18 months - homosexual - polyamorous - single - tall, strong bengal tomcat 
