Post by Thunderstruck on Oct 2, 2015 3:57:08 GMT
The Sun was well on it's way past sunhigh and making it's way to it's lower parts in the sky. Snowstorm was just finishing his walk around the camp to just say hi to the others. He had decidedly made it a point to make himself a more friendly cat to others, even if it was a bit unusual for him to do so. Snowstorm wasn't an unfriendly cat, but he just never really spoke to anyone besides his brother before he joined the clans, and then he was just naturally more inclined towards the peaceful quite of not speaking. Talking to others meant he had to speak, and while he did love to talk (in the right mood of course) he would rather hear about others than speak about himself. Snowstorm decided to poke his head into his brothers den to say hi and update him on what the clan had done today, Snowstorm poked his head inside the den...
"Hey Dusk, Can i talk to yo-"
A small half eaten mouse smacked against the wall right next to the leaders den entrance, and Snowstorm turned and left just as quickly has he had come in. That answered one question. Duskblaze was not in a good mood today. Maybe it was because his cheek was gone. Snowstorm's ears flattened slightly as he sat down just outside the edge of the den. He couldn't really say anything to make Duskblaze feel any better, and that bothered him. From the outside looking in you wouldn't think twice about Snowstorm feeling much of anything aside from hungry, but inside he felt a lot of things. Inside he felt the pain of every insult ever thrown his way, like a fire that won't ever go out. But he never felt the heat of the fire, just the stinging of what it didn't burn to ash. Inside, Snowstorm felt the drowning sensation that he was slowly falling into. a void of stress that extended it's sludgy black paws every time someone looked at him like he didn't belong. Snowstorm could feel that ice cold stab of realizing that without his brother, he'd be alone, and he chose to be alone for the longest time . And he can never have it back. Snowstorm felt everything, but from the outside looking in you wouldn't know it, and neither would he. Because he felt the emotions, yes. But he could never understand them, he could never understand why they hurt, why at times it felt like he couldn't breathe. Why at times he screamed from the inside while smiled on the outside, but could never make both halves meet. Snowstorm was a cat of dignity. No one could know how he felt when he couldn't understand why he felt that way, so he did everything in his power to hide anything he deemed negative.
When his pelt burned from the insults and stares of others, he smiled and waved his tail.
When the stress of his life position grew too big and started to strangle him, he sighed and pulled the noose tighter. It wasn't going to stop him from doing whatever his brother asked him to do.
When he felt the cold harsh reality of being alone, his brother found him.
Now...
Snowstorm stood up and looked into the sky, the sun was starting to get lower in the sky, and he had a border patrol to do to renew scent markings. With a quick stretch he walked off to the warriors den to get one ready.
Snowstorm decided he would update his brother later on what he did today.
Maybe he'd try speaking quieter, maybe that would help.
"Hey Dusk, Can i talk to yo-"
A small half eaten mouse smacked against the wall right next to the leaders den entrance, and Snowstorm turned and left just as quickly has he had come in. That answered one question. Duskblaze was not in a good mood today. Maybe it was because his cheek was gone. Snowstorm's ears flattened slightly as he sat down just outside the edge of the den. He couldn't really say anything to make Duskblaze feel any better, and that bothered him. From the outside looking in you wouldn't think twice about Snowstorm feeling much of anything aside from hungry, but inside he felt a lot of things. Inside he felt the pain of every insult ever thrown his way, like a fire that won't ever go out. But he never felt the heat of the fire, just the stinging of what it didn't burn to ash. Inside, Snowstorm felt the drowning sensation that he was slowly falling into. a void of stress that extended it's sludgy black paws every time someone looked at him like he didn't belong. Snowstorm could feel that ice cold stab of realizing that without his brother, he'd be alone, and he chose to be alone for the longest time . And he can never have it back. Snowstorm felt everything, but from the outside looking in you wouldn't know it, and neither would he. Because he felt the emotions, yes. But he could never understand them, he could never understand why they hurt, why at times it felt like he couldn't breathe. Why at times he screamed from the inside while smiled on the outside, but could never make both halves meet. Snowstorm was a cat of dignity. No one could know how he felt when he couldn't understand why he felt that way, so he did everything in his power to hide anything he deemed negative.
When his pelt burned from the insults and stares of others, he smiled and waved his tail.
When the stress of his life position grew too big and started to strangle him, he sighed and pulled the noose tighter. It wasn't going to stop him from doing whatever his brother asked him to do.
When he felt the cold harsh reality of being alone, his brother found him.
Now...
Snowstorm stood up and looked into the sky, the sun was starting to get lower in the sky, and he had a border patrol to do to renew scent markings. With a quick stretch he walked off to the warriors den to get one ready.
Snowstorm decided he would update his brother later on what he did today.
Maybe he'd try speaking quieter, maybe that would help.