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Post by cove on Mar 31, 2012 7:02:58 GMT -8
 [atrb=width,336,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0] | [atrb=background,http://i.imgur.com/pTH2n.png]He shouldn't have been bored. He shouldn't have just been roaming. He should have been searching for herbs, organizing his poultices and praying to StarClan that things remain well for RiverClan. But after finding himself doing those tasks day after day, Thornfang was becoming restless. Since when had Clanlife become so peaceful that is was boring? Maybe it was the day that he decided to become a medicine cat, sacrificing his sharpened claws for the crisp feel of flowers beneath his paws. The thought of it made the tabby tom shudder and he shook his head, grunting as he traversed the stony ground that made up the gorge's edge.
The sound of the water streaming down the falls was easy on his ears, much more appreciated than the gossip he heard back in camp. He had been cooped up in their barrier of reeds for too long, he decided, and was surprised to find his own limbs roaring with discontent as he pulled himself from his stuffy den. So far, the cool breeze on his short fur had done him wonders and the tom plopped down close to the edge, staring down into the rushing river. His reflection was distorted by the moving stream, sunlight glittering across the crystalline surface. Thornfang's musings were interrupted at the sound of movement and his ears twitched, swiveling to catch the direction of the noises. The medicine cat lifted his head, though didn't look behind him, his claws instinctively unsheathing and burrowing themselves deep into the ground, clacking against firmly nestled pebbles.
The scent didn't suggest that the nearing cat was an intruder and so the tabby forced himself to relax, stifling a sigh. Had they been following him? "What do you want?" he rasped hesitantly, pondering if it was best for him to just get up and continue his stroll. Thornfang didn't feel like checking minor abrasions or listening to any cat's complaints about sore tails and fleas although it was his duty. His heart told him to converse, to stop shrugging away the cats he cared about the most, so the RiverClan tom remained fastened in place. "Make it quick or I'll toss you into the gorge."
Typical Thornfang. |  [atrb=width,393,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] |
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