Post by mushroomtail on May 24, 2014 12:01:51 GMT -6
| A massive black cat trotted lightly through the wet, grassy territory of Creekclan. He didn't really fit into Creekclan.. No, not at all. He was big and bulky. Strong. The others were quick and thin, good in the water. Mushroomtail was not. That was just another thing that was battling against his lingering confidence. If there was one thing that he knew for sure, it was that he had never been the type of cat to fit in with others. He was just.. Well, there. The black warrior was never bullied or anything, but he was never included either. Once again, he was just there. Mushroomtail was not happy with that, not one bit. He really did want to be a popular and friendly cat, but sometimes he didn't have the confidence. Well, most of the times he never had the confidence. It was hard for a cat like him to deal with that, though he was never surprised with himself. If any of the others were raised like him, I'm sure they'd understand also. It was a shame that things ended up this way. It shouldn't have ever gone this far. He didn't expect his parents to impact his life this bad. Mushroomtail pushed his way through the reeds until he arrived at the open clearing where the apprentices often trained. He was surprised to see it was actually completely empty. Usually there were many apprentices battling each other and their mentors. The huge warrior sighed with relief. It was good to get away for a little, he'd been working far too hard lately. The stress was taking an extreme toll on him. Of course he knew he would get through it, but it was just difficult on top of everything else he was forced to deal with. His parents still haunted his thoughts with every action he made. It was unfortunate, but then again it was the hand he was dealt. He would get through it, he hoped. The warrior circled around in a warm patch of grass and eventually lay down, allowing the hot sun to press into his dark pelt. It was hot but the warm winds made it feel all a little better. Mushroomtail closed his amber eyes and just listened for a moment. The chirping of birds, singing softly in the trees. The rushing water from the creek, not more than a few feet away. It was actually a calming place when there wasn't so much training going on. But then, there was one more noise. A rustling.. coming from the reeds. Who could it be? | ||
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