Drink With Me {Open}

Grayscar walked out of the warriors den his tail trailing in the dust, but the tom didn't really seem to care. He was tired, every night he had these night mares, he was thankful that he didn't toss and turn in his sleep or cry out....but he still couldn't help being tired. The gray scar-covered tom looked around his gaze passing right over the fresh kill pile. He wasn't really hungry but he hadn't eaten since Yesterday morning. He knew that if he didn't eat something again soon that he would probably be forced to stay in camp again. When he had first joined Treeclan he had been in horrible condition. He had been half-starved and had been so tired that he could barely stay on his paws.

The tom shook his head to clear his thoughts not wanting to think of his past, his past wasn't that great and he hated to think back on it. 'Sometimes I wish that I could just forget my past, but that seems to be impossible,' he thought letting out a sigh. Grayscar was an unusual tom he had worked so hard to get into Treeclan, and yet he keep to himself. He didn't talk to anyone, and tended to avoid everyone. It wasn't that he didn't like his clan mates, it was just that he was wary about trusting another cat. The last few cats he had trusted had either betrayed him or had died. He didn't want to ever get close to anyone ever again, if it meant that he was just going to lose them. The tom unsheathed his claws digging them into the ground as memories engulfed him.

He could remember it clearly his own mother and father always arguing and how he had been the one to comfort his litter mates. Then his mother had killed his litter mates, and if it hadn't been for some passing rogue she would have killed him as well. That day was the last day he had ever seen his mother. His father hadn't been any better, his father had tried to kill him twice but in the end Grayscar had killed him. No one knew Grayscar passed he kept it to himself, he was worried that if he shared his past, he would be cast out. He loved Treeclan and didn't want to leaved this place. The tom took a deep breath banishing all of his thoughts about his past. 'Now is not the time to be thinking of my past,' he thought while he had been remembering his past no emotion had crossed his face.

He always kept and emotionless mask on, because he was afraid that if he showed his emotions to the others that they would worry about him. He hated to be worried over, he was here to help his clan not the other way around. The tom shook himself his eyes scanning the clearing once more. He spotted Tansythorn but didn't try to go over to her, he wasn't really one to start up a conversation. He was reserved and some would say that he was the strong silent type, he couldn't help that he didn't like talking. He was still trying to get use to being surrounded by so many cats and talking would probably come with time. He knew that one day, maybe one day soon, he would have to tell his clan about his past. He really didn't know how much longer he could keep his disastrous past hidden.

ooc: sucky post. I usually do longer post then this.