down the path less trotted {{The Hunter}}
May 3, 2010 5:48:27 GMT -6
Post by Mouse on May 3, 2010 5:48:27 GMT -6
Snake
Snake slowly padded around on top of the rock flicking his tail with irritation. He had fallen into the one thing he had never wanted to be a part of. A clan. Yes, it was different than the others but that tom that called himself "The Hunter", he apparently thought he was in charge. Snake wasn't to fond of that, and he didn't like to be told what to do.
One thing that really irritated him was the fact that he changed his name. Snake was a name for a fighter and a killer. Yes he did both, but Sage had been a name that had first brought comfort to the frightened cat he attacked. It made cats put their guard down or trust him easily. now that his name was Snake, no one would trust him. He couldn't even trust himself.
"That's it." he growled, coming to a stop and looking at the Deathclan camp with narrowed eyes. "I'm not putting up with this anymore. I'm Sage, the lone trotter. Not some clan deputy"
A snarl filled his throat at the last sentence. He sleekly jumped down and padded toward the camp. "The Hunter's" scent was around the camp so he had to be here. Sage had enough f this. He wasn't going to be bound to some camp. And if that meant fighting "The Hunter", he would.
"Hunter!" he yowled loudly as he stopped in the middle of the camp.
This ended now!
Snake slowly padded around on top of the rock flicking his tail with irritation. He had fallen into the one thing he had never wanted to be a part of. A clan. Yes, it was different than the others but that tom that called himself "The Hunter", he apparently thought he was in charge. Snake wasn't to fond of that, and he didn't like to be told what to do.
One thing that really irritated him was the fact that he changed his name. Snake was a name for a fighter and a killer. Yes he did both, but Sage had been a name that had first brought comfort to the frightened cat he attacked. It made cats put their guard down or trust him easily. now that his name was Snake, no one would trust him. He couldn't even trust himself.
"That's it." he growled, coming to a stop and looking at the Deathclan camp with narrowed eyes. "I'm not putting up with this anymore. I'm Sage, the lone trotter. Not some clan deputy"
A snarl filled his throat at the last sentence. He sleekly jumped down and padded toward the camp. "The Hunter's" scent was around the camp so he had to be here. Sage had enough f this. He wasn't going to be bound to some camp. And if that meant fighting "The Hunter", he would.
"Hunter!" he yowled loudly as he stopped in the middle of the camp.
This ended now!
So what if you can see
The darkest side of me
No one will ever change this animal I have become
Help me believe it’s not the real me
Someone help me tame this animal
[/size][/b][/i][/right]The darkest side of me
No one will ever change this animal I have become
Help me believe it’s not the real me
Someone help me tame this animal
