- Oct 24, 2022
- 50
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It had been a while since Scorchfrost had left Shadowclan territory. He couldn't say he had any particular reason now, he'd not been taken by a whim or any inspiration to explore, not seen something interesting in the distance or followed prey past the border, he'd just stopped, thought for a moment, and kept walking. He allowed himself to be confined by borders in such a permanent way when, really, there was nothing saying he couldn't have his own excursions.
He was however, even though he wouldn't always admit it to himself, a warrior through and through, and he didn't stray too far from Shadowclan. He'd still be able to run back if need called for it.
Scorchfrost meandered his way around what he liked to refer to as 'public land', though it was truly just normal land, and allowed himself to take a break. He'd been learning of the importance of such things recently. His bones were growing wearier by the day and the weight that built in his chest more substantial, so he stopped and allowed the burden to ease. He found a lovely looking tree, lowered himself to his stomach in its shade, and closed his eyes.
His ears were on a swivel, his guard was not down, but he was enjoying himself. The birds found their voices in the oncoming dawn, telling all near and far that it would soon be time to settle in for the night. Insects, with their protesting chirps and clacks and ticks, began to rise above the chorus to celebrate another day well lived. There was no grander life than that of a bug. Scorchfrost envied the richly living nature of such creatures. If he couldn't join them, his raspy call could not hope to fit in their songs, he'd at least provide an audience.
He was however, even though he wouldn't always admit it to himself, a warrior through and through, and he didn't stray too far from Shadowclan. He'd still be able to run back if need called for it.
Scorchfrost meandered his way around what he liked to refer to as 'public land', though it was truly just normal land, and allowed himself to take a break. He'd been learning of the importance of such things recently. His bones were growing wearier by the day and the weight that built in his chest more substantial, so he stopped and allowed the burden to ease. He found a lovely looking tree, lowered himself to his stomach in its shade, and closed his eyes.
His ears were on a swivel, his guard was not down, but he was enjoying himself. The birds found their voices in the oncoming dawn, telling all near and far that it would soon be time to settle in for the night. Insects, with their protesting chirps and clacks and ticks, began to rise above the chorus to celebrate another day well lived. There was no grander life than that of a bug. Scorchfrost envied the richly living nature of such creatures. If he couldn't join them, his raspy call could not hope to fit in their songs, he'd at least provide an audience.
[ YOU CAN'T BREAK MY SPIRIT ]