Post by moonflower7 on Jul 27, 2009 10:59:46 GMT -5
Blackstorm
~A CloudClan Elder~
Blackstorm was in the elders' den, sleeping soundly, dreaming of chasing dumb rabbits that didn't move so that he could catch them easily. He twitched occasionally, as he pounced on the rabbits in his dream, or when he was running across CloudClan's territory as fast as he could when he was a young tom of 20 moons. Oh how Blackstorm wished he was that agile again. At 75 moons, the old elder of CloudClan mainly told stories to the apprentices and complained. He hadn't been on the territory in at least 2 moons. When it was leaf-bare, he wasn't really even let out of the den period. Both the medicine cat and his body didn't allow it. The cold froze his joints seemingly, and made it hard to move, not to mention a horrible night's sleep. But much like he wished he was 20 moons again, his wish to be able to go out among his fellow cats didn't happen very often.
Blackstorm jerked awake and opened his eyes. Instead of seeing the rabbit he thought he had placed there, he saw nothing but another empty moss nest. Blackstorm sighed, and said to himself, "Darn it. Only a dream." The old shaggy black tom sat himself up and looked around the elders' den. No one was there. The emptiness of the den made Blackstorm feel lonely. No one came to visit him anymore except the apprentice that were told to. Even then all the apprentices did was complain, and Blackstorm didn't think they listened to his stories. They seemed to grow more ignorant with every generation.
Blackstorm got up and looked at his nest, now stale after several days. Where are the apprentices when you need them?" Blackstorm asked himself. He looked out of then den. No one was coming near the elders' den. Blackstorm sighed again. Being the only elder was a pain. You couldn't talk about the "good times" together. You couldn't talk about how the warriors were growing more careless. You couldn't really even talk unless you wanted to talk to yourself. Sometimes, much like now, Blackstorm got really lonely. If only he had a friend... "But who would befriend a grumpy old elder like me who talks to himself?"
~A CloudClan Elder~
Blackstorm was in the elders' den, sleeping soundly, dreaming of chasing dumb rabbits that didn't move so that he could catch them easily. He twitched occasionally, as he pounced on the rabbits in his dream, or when he was running across CloudClan's territory as fast as he could when he was a young tom of 20 moons. Oh how Blackstorm wished he was that agile again. At 75 moons, the old elder of CloudClan mainly told stories to the apprentices and complained. He hadn't been on the territory in at least 2 moons. When it was leaf-bare, he wasn't really even let out of the den period. Both the medicine cat and his body didn't allow it. The cold froze his joints seemingly, and made it hard to move, not to mention a horrible night's sleep. But much like he wished he was 20 moons again, his wish to be able to go out among his fellow cats didn't happen very often.
Blackstorm jerked awake and opened his eyes. Instead of seeing the rabbit he thought he had placed there, he saw nothing but another empty moss nest. Blackstorm sighed, and said to himself, "Darn it. Only a dream." The old shaggy black tom sat himself up and looked around the elders' den. No one was there. The emptiness of the den made Blackstorm feel lonely. No one came to visit him anymore except the apprentice that were told to. Even then all the apprentices did was complain, and Blackstorm didn't think they listened to his stories. They seemed to grow more ignorant with every generation.
Blackstorm got up and looked at his nest, now stale after several days. Where are the apprentices when you need them?" Blackstorm asked himself. He looked out of then den. No one was coming near the elders' den. Blackstorm sighed again. Being the only elder was a pain. You couldn't talk about the "good times" together. You couldn't talk about how the warriors were growing more careless. You couldn't really even talk unless you wanted to talk to yourself. Sometimes, much like now, Blackstorm got really lonely. If only he had a friend... "But who would befriend a grumpy old elder like me who talks to himself?"
Open to anybody that wishes to post. Blackstorm is very lonely and needs a friend.
Muse; Good
Rper Mood; Lonely
Character Mood; In the RPing mood... you know?
Word Count; 377 words