Post by Dragon on Feb 3, 2009 20:33:35 GMT -5
Owlstar busied himself in the deepest caverns of his den trifle through his confusing array of thoughts during the day. He sat with a grunt in a pile of soft moss and leaned backwards against the flesh of the earth.
A strong wind had penetrated his den and he shuddered openly, willing to show weakness to himself. Snow littered the ground beyond the barrier of his warm haven. But even in his own space the infectious cold continued to haunt him.
There was no prey out there, the river was frozen. The old leader didn't know what to do. The cozy life of a Riverclan cat had taken it's tole on everyone this leafbare. He closed his eye in up most distress for his toiling clan, but he tried to show little sign of it.
He briskly shook his scarred head and tried to regain his composure. He was set on a goal. His clan would survive this leaf-bare, there would be deaths, illness, and most certainly starvation but they would survive. A vigorous growl rose in the old tom's chest, and it surfaced into his throat.
Owlstar's fur bristled and tensed as if he were going into a battle. But this battle would be the worst war he will have ever fought. This was a battle of the fates.
A strong wind had penetrated his den and he shuddered openly, willing to show weakness to himself. Snow littered the ground beyond the barrier of his warm haven. But even in his own space the infectious cold continued to haunt him.
There was no prey out there, the river was frozen. The old leader didn't know what to do. The cozy life of a Riverclan cat had taken it's tole on everyone this leafbare. He closed his eye in up most distress for his toiling clan, but he tried to show little sign of it.
He briskly shook his scarred head and tried to regain his composure. He was set on a goal. His clan would survive this leaf-bare, there would be deaths, illness, and most certainly starvation but they would survive. A vigorous growl rose in the old tom's chest, and it surfaced into his throat.
Owlstar's fur bristled and tensed as if he were going into a battle. But this battle would be the worst war he will have ever fought. This was a battle of the fates.
