Post by ☼Light of the Sea☼ on Jun 2, 2007 14:32:10 GMT -5
It was still in the ShadowClan camp. The marsh surrounding it gave it a rather dull look, hiding any life that may have been stirring. It was difficult to see the many dens that were scattered throughout the patch.
A lone figure, darkness silhouetted by the sun, stood in the middle of camp. The cat was completely still, giving no signs of life. The tom was very large, and his black pelt hid himself well in the shadows that danced throughout the quiet camp.
Darkstar found himself looking at the fresh-kill pile. It was running low. The ShadowClan leader wondered where his warriors are. I hope they haven't gone hunting or patrolling without my permission, he thought angrily. I AM leader and I will not have my cats thinking that they rule the Clan.
The large tom had just recently had a discussion with one of his queens, Treeleg. She still knew where her place was, and was a very loyal cat. She knew how to get along with her leader, stumbling only once or twice.
Darkstar began to wonder where Iceclaw, Cottonpelt, Moonpelt, and his other warriors were. It was time for another patrol, but they were all out. Hunting without permission, most likely, he mused.
Darkstar turned his head to look at the entrance to the camp, the only movement there in a long time. He might punish the cats, but the Clan needed all the strength it could get. Darkstar would not be soft, like an old kittypet, but he would not lose strength in his Clan, either.
The black cat let out a slow, steady hiss. Did any cat know how difficult it was to be leader? Did they think it was like playing in the daisies or having absolute power? You had to think about every single thing in your camp, and territories surrounding it. You had to make sure that your warriors knew where their place was. Darkstar sheathed and unsheathed his claws. Let any cat that wanted to take his place try! The leader was still young and would not be beaten so easily. Like foolish ThunderClan cats, he thought.
A lone figure, darkness silhouetted by the sun, stood in the middle of camp. The cat was completely still, giving no signs of life. The tom was very large, and his black pelt hid himself well in the shadows that danced throughout the quiet camp.
Darkstar found himself looking at the fresh-kill pile. It was running low. The ShadowClan leader wondered where his warriors are. I hope they haven't gone hunting or patrolling without my permission, he thought angrily. I AM leader and I will not have my cats thinking that they rule the Clan.
The large tom had just recently had a discussion with one of his queens, Treeleg. She still knew where her place was, and was a very loyal cat. She knew how to get along with her leader, stumbling only once or twice.
Darkstar began to wonder where Iceclaw, Cottonpelt, Moonpelt, and his other warriors were. It was time for another patrol, but they were all out. Hunting without permission, most likely, he mused.
Darkstar turned his head to look at the entrance to the camp, the only movement there in a long time. He might punish the cats, but the Clan needed all the strength it could get. Darkstar would not be soft, like an old kittypet, but he would not lose strength in his Clan, either.
The black cat let out a slow, steady hiss. Did any cat know how difficult it was to be leader? Did they think it was like playing in the daisies or having absolute power? You had to think about every single thing in your camp, and territories surrounding it. You had to make sure that your warriors knew where their place was. Darkstar sheathed and unsheathed his claws. Let any cat that wanted to take his place try! The leader was still young and would not be beaten so easily. Like foolish ThunderClan cats, he thought.
