Post by Nightclaw on Jan 25, 2011 16:56:36 GMT -5
(Using new name; hope that's okay cuz he hasn't had the ceremony yet. As I'm typing this, anyway.)
Nightclaw threads his way out of the warriors den, looking around the clearing. It looks so different in the weak morning sunlight, so changed from the night he had been 'found' in the territory. Speaking of which… He decides to see if he could go exploring, maybe see where the boundaries of this place are. Boundaries… They would take some getting used to. As a Loner, he hadn't really had to worry about boundaries, only making sure everyone got fed, and that the kits didn't wander into somewhere they weren't supposed to be.
His heart gives a painful lurch at the thought of his family, of his Pack, of his mother, his sisters. The two of them, so bubbly and full of life. They were so young… He wanted so badly to take them with him, to snatch them from the ugly, fleshy paws of their captors, but he was too late.
He shakes his head sharply, temporarily dislodging the memory, then draws his rough tongue over one paw.
Nightclaw threads his way out of the warriors den, looking around the clearing. It looks so different in the weak morning sunlight, so changed from the night he had been 'found' in the territory. Speaking of which… He decides to see if he could go exploring, maybe see where the boundaries of this place are. Boundaries… They would take some getting used to. As a Loner, he hadn't really had to worry about boundaries, only making sure everyone got fed, and that the kits didn't wander into somewhere they weren't supposed to be.
His heart gives a painful lurch at the thought of his family, of his Pack, of his mother, his sisters. The two of them, so bubbly and full of life. They were so young… He wanted so badly to take them with him, to snatch them from the ugly, fleshy paws of their captors, but he was too late.
He shakes his head sharply, temporarily dislodging the memory, then draws his rough tongue over one paw.
