Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2015 3:58:50 GMT
Ika wasn't sure what all happened, all he knew was he got separated from Crooked-eye and Heavypaw, and he just wanted with them again for some reason. The big one kept him safe, and damn it all, he felt something more for Crooked-eye than he had any other Tom. But what was he to do? He didn't know how to track, it's been moons since he's seen them... He had to admit, at least to himself, that he missed both of the two toms. One a little more than the other, but the want for them both was there.
But now, he was hungry, and tired of walking. He shook off some, sighing as he stopped for now, at least for the moment. He couldn't help but wonder, if he stopped right here, would they be able to find him? Would they find his trail and come looking for him? Would they even want to? was he now on his own? He ached and he was hungry, never having really started those hunting lessons that Crooked-eye had mentioned giving him. They just hadn't gotten around to it before everything just fell apart.
With a heavy sigh he tried to force himself back into walking, the first step was barely made before he stopped again. He was ready to just stop, lay down and just wait for something happen either some cat find him, or his life to end... He was exhausted, hungry, not to mention dirty, he hadn't had the strength to give himself a proper grooming. Bi-colored eyes looked to the sky, blinking a bit when it started to rain a little bit. He frowned, at least it wasn't a thunder storm. He lowered his gaze staring ahead, he felt like crying. With the rain his trail would be gone wouldn't it? Wasn't that how it worked? He wanted.... He didn't know, he slowly moved more to the side of the little path he'd been on and just flopped to the ground, to tired to even bother curling up, not caring he was getting wet. The cold felt nice on his acing body...
But now, he was hungry, and tired of walking. He shook off some, sighing as he stopped for now, at least for the moment. He couldn't help but wonder, if he stopped right here, would they be able to find him? Would they find his trail and come looking for him? Would they even want to? was he now on his own? He ached and he was hungry, never having really started those hunting lessons that Crooked-eye had mentioned giving him. They just hadn't gotten around to it before everything just fell apart.
With a heavy sigh he tried to force himself back into walking, the first step was barely made before he stopped again. He was ready to just stop, lay down and just wait for something happen either some cat find him, or his life to end... He was exhausted, hungry, not to mention dirty, he hadn't had the strength to give himself a proper grooming. Bi-colored eyes looked to the sky, blinking a bit when it started to rain a little bit. He frowned, at least it wasn't a thunder storm. He lowered his gaze staring ahead, he felt like crying. With the rain his trail would be gone wouldn't it? Wasn't that how it worked? He wanted.... He didn't know, he slowly moved more to the side of the little path he'd been on and just flopped to the ground, to tired to even bother curling up, not caring he was getting wet. The cold felt nice on his acing body...