Post by Dragon on Aug 11, 2009 23:37:08 GMT -5
Owlstar swaggered forward with a more then happy expression on his befuddled face. His paws swung high into the air at each pawstep and his expression seemed dreamy and thoughtless to the world. To add to his charade a silly grin was painted on his face that made him look more like a town fool than the regal elder he really was. Some how he had gotten into something intoxicating that had proved to drive him into a frenzy of hiccups and giggles.
The ginger tabby stumbled forward quickly and nearly slammed into the ground with his battered face before saving himself with an attack of thunderous laughing. The cocky grin grew to large it took over nearly his entire face with his drunken glow. He jumped as a hiccup caught him off gaurd and he laughed at himself to the odd stares of trees he thought that had eyes. A dribble of drool trickled out of the corner of his face as his mouth hung have open and he narrowed his single eye at a suspicious looking aspen tree that he was convinced was following him. "Noooww!" He drawled, swiping the air with a paw that almost sent him to the ground, "Stop starin' at meeh yew trrrr-ee!"
He swallowed loudly before tripping forward to press up against the tree to try to steady his awkward limbs that tripped him every time he tried to walk. With his face screwed in comedic concentration he threw a paw forward and took a big step forward, but as soon as he put his weight down he was on the ground. He hiccuped and howled as the grass seemingly tried to maul and attack as he rolled on the cool grass but his mind was not right as when sober. All he could to was flail until his paws found the ground again. "Thank Starclan!" Owlstar yakked obtrusively to no one in general, "That... GRASS! Couuulda kilt me!" He grinned in a tipsy sort of way before turning on his heels to saunter down the path as this own slow pace that seemed to suit him just fine as he hollored out a raucous voice that could have carried to the top of the tallest trees.
"Oh yeezz, who knowed!!" He yowled sky high, and tottered to the side before falling toward the other side. But as close as he got to the ground he could always pick himself back up a moment before he hit home. "He'll be MIGHTY madder as meh, whenz dey find me hear!" Owlstar leaped as he hiccuped again a carbonated bubble coming from his throat in an unseemly manner. His face crashed against the ground but the strike seemed to make him rebound as he landed on his with a heavy thud. "Urgh!" He moaned thickly, a paw rubbed his grazed face. "Teh ground attacked meh bootyful face!" The muddled tom cat hiccuped before swaying to his paws and continued to walk down a path absently.
The buzzed tom had gone quite awhile while intoxicated. But all he could to was laugh and he hiccup as his path didn't matter to him much. All he knew before he had gone under was that he would wake up somewhere and he would find his way home after his part fun. But that was before he had a single drop of his sweet poison. Now, he couldn't remember a single moment of his life two minetues after it happened. But one thing on his mind still was the scent of a she-cat that he couldn't control anymore. He snuffed the air loudly that lifted his head as he rolled onto his back with a fit of guffaws. Owlstar hugged himself as he sniffed the air stupidly before rolling onto his belly chaotically. The ground was fuzzy and unclear to his single eye, he incoherently wondered if he was going blind in his only eye and he would never be able to see again. But at the moment that was the least of his worries as he followed the scent of a she-cat that he didn't recognize. Or at least not very well.
The old cat smiled cheekily and swayed from side to side. He hadn't been at such a state of nirvana for so many moons to when he was an apprentice and woozy off the crawly insects he consumed to reach that happy point of beyond bliss. But at the faint bubbling of the acids in his belly he knew the effect would wear off in the near future. So he picked up a faster pace that sent him shambling down the path in his drunken paradise.
He stopped short as the scent fell of the path and went into the forest. His eye squinted drearily. He could see the trees vaguely but they were blurry and undefined. But his lust drove him forward. He couldn't remember another time when walking through a forest was this painful, and he probably wouldn't remember anything like it anyway by the ran he walked into trees.
By the time he reached the clearing his mind was buzzing louder then before. It nearly deafened him to the world, in which his hearing was the best method of navigating the blurry world around him.
The ginger tabby stumbled forward quickly and nearly slammed into the ground with his battered face before saving himself with an attack of thunderous laughing. The cocky grin grew to large it took over nearly his entire face with his drunken glow. He jumped as a hiccup caught him off gaurd and he laughed at himself to the odd stares of trees he thought that had eyes. A dribble of drool trickled out of the corner of his face as his mouth hung have open and he narrowed his single eye at a suspicious looking aspen tree that he was convinced was following him. "Noooww!" He drawled, swiping the air with a paw that almost sent him to the ground, "Stop starin' at meeh yew trrrr-ee!"
He swallowed loudly before tripping forward to press up against the tree to try to steady his awkward limbs that tripped him every time he tried to walk. With his face screwed in comedic concentration he threw a paw forward and took a big step forward, but as soon as he put his weight down he was on the ground. He hiccuped and howled as the grass seemingly tried to maul and attack as he rolled on the cool grass but his mind was not right as when sober. All he could to was flail until his paws found the ground again. "Thank Starclan!" Owlstar yakked obtrusively to no one in general, "That... GRASS! Couuulda kilt me!" He grinned in a tipsy sort of way before turning on his heels to saunter down the path as this own slow pace that seemed to suit him just fine as he hollored out a raucous voice that could have carried to the top of the tallest trees.
"Oh yeezz, who knowed!!" He yowled sky high, and tottered to the side before falling toward the other side. But as close as he got to the ground he could always pick himself back up a moment before he hit home. "He'll be MIGHTY madder as meh, whenz dey find me hear!" Owlstar leaped as he hiccuped again a carbonated bubble coming from his throat in an unseemly manner. His face crashed against the ground but the strike seemed to make him rebound as he landed on his with a heavy thud. "Urgh!" He moaned thickly, a paw rubbed his grazed face. "Teh ground attacked meh bootyful face!" The muddled tom cat hiccuped before swaying to his paws and continued to walk down a path absently.
The buzzed tom had gone quite awhile while intoxicated. But all he could to was laugh and he hiccup as his path didn't matter to him much. All he knew before he had gone under was that he would wake up somewhere and he would find his way home after his part fun. But that was before he had a single drop of his sweet poison. Now, he couldn't remember a single moment of his life two minetues after it happened. But one thing on his mind still was the scent of a she-cat that he couldn't control anymore. He snuffed the air loudly that lifted his head as he rolled onto his back with a fit of guffaws. Owlstar hugged himself as he sniffed the air stupidly before rolling onto his belly chaotically. The ground was fuzzy and unclear to his single eye, he incoherently wondered if he was going blind in his only eye and he would never be able to see again. But at the moment that was the least of his worries as he followed the scent of a she-cat that he didn't recognize. Or at least not very well.
The old cat smiled cheekily and swayed from side to side. He hadn't been at such a state of nirvana for so many moons to when he was an apprentice and woozy off the crawly insects he consumed to reach that happy point of beyond bliss. But at the faint bubbling of the acids in his belly he knew the effect would wear off in the near future. So he picked up a faster pace that sent him shambling down the path in his drunken paradise.
He stopped short as the scent fell of the path and went into the forest. His eye squinted drearily. He could see the trees vaguely but they were blurry and undefined. But his lust drove him forward. He couldn't remember another time when walking through a forest was this painful, and he probably wouldn't remember anything like it anyway by the ran he walked into trees.
By the time he reached the clearing his mind was buzzing louder then before. It nearly deafened him to the world, in which his hearing was the best method of navigating the blurry world around him.
