LOUDER THAN T H U N D E R ________ » open
Nov 19, 2013 22:32:33 GMT -8
Nov 19, 2013 22:32:33 GMT -8
what would it take
for things to be quiet
he leaned down, grabbing the scruff of a limp mouse. lifting it, he let it drop to his paws, biting into the furry meat, tearing the flesh off tiny bones. blood splattered on the pale grass beneath him, but tallstar didn't care. how he came to interested every cat, as it was blasphemy for a medicine cat to succeed as leader. strange, perhaps, but tallstar thought little of the looks, the glares, and the whispers. he was happy to serve as the head of windclan, especially after poor twilightstar met her unfortunate fate, falling deep into the gorge. windclan, succumbing to the cruel claws of death, suffered hard blows over these many moons. still, tallstar felt he was destined to turn their ill fate around, bringing them to greatness once more.
tallstar centered himself in piety. religion ruled his life, not in a negative way, but tallstar believed his faith enhanced him. being closest to the moonstone gave windclan and advantage the other cats only dreamed of. were they the favored of the clans since they came first? he certainly hoped and believed so. the windclan leader often took a good chunk out of his day to pray to the ancestors to give him strength throughout the day. none of his clanmates followed this practice, and most thought tallstar very strange to do so. coming from a medicine cat background, though, it wasn't foreign for him.
the mouse meat felt stiff, but fresh in his mouth. the colder flesh heightened his seasonal senses, as leafbare was fast approaching, if it hadn't reached the forest already. the clans did have a few snowfalls moons ago, but tallstar sensed another fast approaching. finishing his mouth, he let it slip down his throat with a gulp, licking his lips. at first glance, he did not see any other cats, but then again he was not looking. the russet-colored tom shook his bushy body free of tense muscles, padding towards the center of camp, but still rather close to the pile, awaiting the hunting patrol to return with their catch.