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Post by Deleted on Mar 3, 2013 22:51:52 GMT -5
With a loud, piercing call, a robin wildly flapped it's wings and darted into the skies, escaping the hopeful claws of it's attacker with ease. Ears flattening against his skull, Icestar let out a loud hiss of frustration, blue eyes narrowing as they watched the annoying bird land in a tree only a stone's throw away. That was the last time he ever tried to go after one of the blasted things.
With a deep breath, the tom soothed himself and began to groom his white fur, removing the traces of dust and wet muck that had browned his coat. He was taking lone trips more and more often as of late, the setback of the territory flooding taking a toll on him. When he was Deputy, he dreamed of conquering ThunderClan's land and sending the half-breeds back to their Two-leg's nest. Now what remained of his Clan was struggling to keep their heads above water. What worried him most was a neighbor pressing a claim; their was only so much of an act he could put on at Gatherings before the leaders picked up a hint. And, what if disease struck? ShadowClan would be done for. Gone. Just a memory for the others to-
Clearing his mind before he became consumed with stress, the tom gave up perfecting his coat and stood, scenting the air for his next hunt, a difficult task due to many prey animal's dens being flooded.. Had his young warrior self been told he'd suffer from anxiety caused by far-fetched thoughts, he'd probably have laughed at himself. Or thrown himself in the river.
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