- Jul 21, 2022
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SOME PEOPLE ARE JUST BORN TO FIGHT
Black had a lot on his mind lately with everything that was going on between the clans, but one couldn't say that was the start of his more 'independenti streak. No, Black had been like this most of his young life, ever since his mother had been killed by a fox out on the marshes. It was the first taste of tragedy the newly weaned kit had been handed, and things didn't stop after that. He lost his best friend to a hawk hardly three month later, and then his father during The Great Battle just recenty. Everytime Black lifted his head to look around he was getting smacked in the face by life cold indifference toward him and his clanmates.
Back then, as a little kid, it had began as fear. A clinging paranoia that he could lose everyone and everything around him in the blink of an eye for seemingly no reason at all. But as he got older he got tired of just being afraid. And so he got angry as well, and he turned that anger into fuel for his determination. Maybe life was just a dog out to get them, but he'd be damned if he was going to just lie there and let it wreak havoc on him and everything he cared about. And so he got his shit together and began to work toward getting stronger, so that the next time life tried to close its jowls on him or his friends he could claw thits throat out and send it running in he opposite direction.
They'd already lost so much in such a short amount of time- all of them, and he was waiting for the day where he'd be wise and strong enough to fix all the things that were broken now.
A part of that, he knew, was making sure that those who remained were well looked after and prepared for whatever laid ahead. While Black wasn't someone you could call outgoing or relaxed, he wasn't a total loner or a hateful cat. Maybe he could be too serious[/i] sometimes, but he was a hard-worker and took his role in the clan seriously, and he did his best to look out for the others.
Seeing Dawn the other day while he was talking with Ice, it reminded him of how selfish he was being. Sure, he was angry, but he wasn't the only person who'd been effected by this. Frog had lost a parent. Dawn was hurt in the battle. He could only imagine how much it sucked sitting there alone all day, struggling to move like that. He was a far stronger cat than Black had pegged him for, and so the ink and frost feline had gone out that morning to hunt like usual before returning and making his way to the outdoor nest the other tom had been lounging in the other day.
"Hey." he greeted after placing the fat bird on the ground in front of him. "You wanna share this with me?" he asked, the words falling from his lips with far more confidence than he felt. He and Dawn had never really spoken or hung out before, but the tom had come over and joined him and Ice, so they probably didn't hate company, right?
Back then, as a little kid, it had began as fear. A clinging paranoia that he could lose everyone and everything around him in the blink of an eye for seemingly no reason at all. But as he got older he got tired of just being afraid. And so he got angry as well, and he turned that anger into fuel for his determination. Maybe life was just a dog out to get them, but he'd be damned if he was going to just lie there and let it wreak havoc on him and everything he cared about. And so he got his shit together and began to work toward getting stronger, so that the next time life tried to close its jowls on him or his friends he could claw thits throat out and send it running in he opposite direction.
They'd already lost so much in such a short amount of time- all of them, and he was waiting for the day where he'd be wise and strong enough to fix all the things that were broken now.
A part of that, he knew, was making sure that those who remained were well looked after and prepared for whatever laid ahead. While Black wasn't someone you could call outgoing or relaxed, he wasn't a total loner or a hateful cat. Maybe he could be too serious[/i] sometimes, but he was a hard-worker and took his role in the clan seriously, and he did his best to look out for the others.
Seeing Dawn the other day while he was talking with Ice, it reminded him of how selfish he was being. Sure, he was angry, but he wasn't the only person who'd been effected by this. Frog had lost a parent. Dawn was hurt in the battle. He could only imagine how much it sucked sitting there alone all day, struggling to move like that. He was a far stronger cat than Black had pegged him for, and so the ink and frost feline had gone out that morning to hunt like usual before returning and making his way to the outdoor nest the other tom had been lounging in the other day.
"Hey." he greeted after placing the fat bird on the ground in front of him. "You wanna share this with me?" he asked, the words falling from his lips with far more confidence than he felt. He and Dawn had never really spoken or hung out before, but the tom had come over and joined him and Ice, so they probably didn't hate company, right?
tom - 10 months - shadowclan apprentice - homosexual - polyromantic - single
