Post by ƒoxclaw on Jul 29, 2007 12:18:01 GMT -5
"If this keeps up, my fur will burst into flames," the humor poured from the tom's jaws as he lowered his scarred pelt closer to the water. He was pleased to find that the pool hadn't dried up even at the peak of leaf-green. Taking deep, filling laps, the tabby drank with a purr rumbling in his throat. His nose scrunched as his tongue snatched the spiny legs of a water bug. Feeling it clamp on, he pulled away from the water with a hiss. Still a tad sore, he cursed CloudClan for his ill luck.
As Barkfur watched the bug writhe on the ground, his ears twitched as a small patrol of cats returned. He watched them with pride, though his heart was troubled. One of them was not Clan-born. Supressing a growl, the deputy turned back to the bug who had gotten quite close to the water. With a quick slap of his paw, he sent it plunging back into the pool. His thoughts remained on the cat, it's face clear in his mind. With narrowed eyes, he critisized himself. Yet he couldn't shake it away. What good was pride in your Clan if the cats are made up of rogues and outside Clanners? What point was it to have ShadowClan if the blood wasn't clean?
With effort, the cat pulled himself off the ground and trudged over to the patrol who were waiting for his next command. After debriefing them, he sent them to the fresh-kill pile and then to rest. The entire time, he hadn't let on his distaste for the cat who sulked in the back, much as he wanted to. No need to cause a scene here in camp, were the cats could see and become stressed. No, he'd wait for another time when he found himself alone with that disgrace of a Clan cat. But even as he plotted it out, Barkfur felt sorrow tugging at his coat. Feeling ashamed, he let out a long sigh and looked up at the sky. "Listen to me. I sound like Tigerstar."
Barkfur was aware at how his appearance mimed the ShadowClan leader from many moons past. while he'd never met the cat, nor had his father before him, he'd heard stories passed down from generation to generation of the cold-hearted tyrant who ruled the Clan with lies. Of course, if Barkfur had known the whole story with ThunderClan, he would have felt ill. Shaking his head, the tom-cat peered out across the clearing. The night of the Gathering was near, and he wondered just who would be sent to the Island. He played with the idea of seeking out Wolfstar, but thought better of it. The cat seemed to have seen better moods.
Status: Complete.
((Crud, I have to change his sig to say Deputy..))
((Crud, I have to change his sig to say Deputy..))
