Post by shads on Dec 8, 2013 2:30:41 GMT
Don't tell me how life is
Cause I don't really want to know
Don't tell me how this game ends
Cause we'll just see how it goes
Catch me when I fall
Or you'll need me when I'm not here at all
Cause I don't really want to know
Don't tell me how this game ends
Cause we'll just see how it goes
Catch me when I fall
Or you'll need me when I'm not here at all
The winter day was a cold day. The wind chilled the air, making it harder and harder to stay warm. The sky was overcast, and the sun would never shine through. It's brilliant rays could never warm the earth today. The day was doomed to be a cold and dreary day. If it was raining it would surely be snowing. Days like this were best spent in a den, with other warriors to help keep warm. Days like this were best spent anywhere other than up and walking around. Surely Duskstar knew this. Surely she was just punishing cherry for some crime unbeknownst to her. Surely that was it. Cherry would rather be anywhere but on this damn patrol.
Her burnt orange coat was well camouflaged with the leaves that had fallen off the trees all around her. She could be seen, quite easily in fact, if snow had been on the ground. But it was not. And as a consequence, her coat kept her hidden. Only if she moved, or if someone was looking intently could you see the ginger tabby she-cat. Her clear, large blue eyes, like crystals in a sea of natural colors, searched the area for any signs of life. She was on guard, her perked ears and scanning eyes could tell any observing pupil that. Her nose was high in the air. She walked like she was the leader of Shadowclan, like she was the only cat that mattered. And she was. At least, in her mind. She kept this clan from falling into disarray. She kept the warriors on their toes, and in line. She had power, in her mind. And power was all that mattered to her.
And even though the deputy was here with her on this patrol, she put herself in the lead.
She looked behind her to Emberstrike. The not so large ginger tom. A smile reflected on her maw, her tail twitching slightly in what some may see as annoyance. However, it was merely envy. Envy in his job, envy in his position, envy in his power. She would rather be leader, however. Or rather, her perfect position would be behind the scenes. She looked back straight forward, her steps making little noise as she continued traveling along the border. Ember struck her as a tom with something to hide, as a tom with a motive that required him to act noble. She had a knack for reading cats, a knack she preferred to keep secret. She didn't want to strut all her gifts out in the open. Some things were better kept secret. She knew this. She looked back to the tom, her smile absent but her orbs shining bright. He was not a bad looking tom. She would be willing to do what had to be done to get what she needed from him. He was still a vermin. A nasty, dauntingly huge vermin. One that she would curl her nose up to having to deal with. She put on a façade, though. She had to. If she wanted to go anywhere within the clan. He would, after all, be leader one day.
She looked over her other shoulder at Cloudleap, the medicine cat. He had wanted to come along to gather some herbs, though she would not have let him if she had been in charge of this patrol. Honestly, she wanted it to be alone with Ember, feel him out and see what he might be hiding. She would have to watch him closely. Cherry knew that Cloudleap was a very anxious medicine cat. She remembered his apprenticeship. She remembered how anxious he seemed, how shy he was. He stuttered often, and she saw that as weakness. He was not a strong character, not one she needed to watch. She didn't need his approval nor did she pretend to want it. He was farther below on her chain than poor old Emberstrike. And that was saying something. She cared less for Cloudleap than she cared to admit. However, she cared very little for anyone other than herself. Her abandoning her father surely showed the clan that. If she would flee her father in his moment of need, one could never hope for her to save you. Unless, of course, she needed you to be alive. Then she might just get her claws dirty for you. Then you should feel special.
She looked back forward. She put her nose slightly to the ground, smelling the freshly made Thunderclan border lines. They are getting awfully close to the border, Emberstrike. Slightly over the line if you ask me." Her voice was like a soft bird's song. If she had an eyebrow to raise she would. Cherry glanced over her shoulder, gaging her deputy's reaction to her information. Not that he probably already knew what she had stated. She just had to stir up something. Say something. Silence had stretched too long on this patrol. Much too long. With a flick of her tail she fell back beside the ginger tom. Are you going to let them get away with their testing of us? Are we going to let them run us over? Her words were antagonizing, but he voice stayed calm. She stayed calm. Ember's reaction would tell her all she needed to know about the tom. She was sure of it.
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