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Post by ◦ʜʇʎɯ on Oct 2, 2010 15:37:01 GMT -5
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Staying in the apprentices den and sleeping was all Clearpaw had in mind, though he wasn't sure that Pebblefoot would like that. Stretching out, his clear fur was tinted pink in the morning light - the sky was red this morning, like Clearpaw's eyes, though obviously not as... obviously red. The only cat Clearpaw really felt a kinship to was Fallowclaw - they were opposites, he supposed, he being black and Clearpaw being white, but both shared the odd red eyes that most cats steared clear from. Haha. Steared clear.
Shaking the last of his sleep from his body, he creeped in between the bodies of the apprentices and was blasted by the sun. "Mousedung." he muttered under his breath. Already he could feel his skin burning in the heat of the sun - why was he this way?! Stupid mother, stupid father. Stupid Clearpaw, more like. He must have been cursed to be like this - creepy red eyes and skin that burnt like a leaf in leaf-fall. It was insane, sometimes, the things he went through to keep hismelf from getting burned - getting soaked in a puddle of wet mud and waiting for it to dry was a good thing. Now that he thought of it, there was one just outside the elder's den - or rather, Stonefang's den, seeing as he was the only elder left.
Padding over, he rolled in the mud, letting it sink in his fur. It stuck like honey to his fur, clinging onto each individual hair and cooling his red skin. He sighed lightly as he stood and let the mud warm up and crust along his pelt, before rolling in again. He shouldn't have been called Clearpaw - his name should have been Mudpaw liked the new warrior Mudfur. He could see why Mudfur was called that - his fur was the colour of mud, after all. Duststorm, too. Her fur was the colour of sandy dust that you could find by the river when it had been dry for a while. Pebblefoot had a lovely name - her feet were pretty small like pebbles. White-eyes, man, that was a creepy name, but he did guess she had white eyes anyway. Maybe he should have been called Redeyes or something. But that sounded evil.
The mud hardened again and Clearpaw tested his movement out. It didn't hinder him much, so he stretched out and let some loose pieces fall away onto the floor. Ruby eyes stretched their way across the camp - the dawn patrol probably wasn't back yet, as no one else was up. He went over to the fresh kill, and looked at it. It looked pretty feeble for Greenleaf. Three mice, a magpie, four fish and a rabbit. Gently, the tom picked up a mouse and ate it. It didn't exactly fill him much, but hey. Breakfast was breakfast no matter what it was - whether it was a banquet or a morsel, it was enough for Clearpaw. He wasn't exactly growing much, so he didn't need it, plus if he ate any more he'd be breaking the warrior code, stating queens and elders should be fed first or they'd whinge at him.
His eyes wandered towards the nursery - it had been two moons since he'd been in there, before... his mother left and his sister died. He still remembered Frostkit vividly - her bubbly personality, the way she bossed Clearpaw around - she was everything Clearpaw wasn't, and would never be. She died, StarClan ripped her from the family's paws before she got a chance to be a warrior and to experience all a cat should before they died. Then, of course, as if life couldn't get any worse, Clearpaw, then Clearkit, had died. He'd died in front of Stonefang, right there. He'd not breathed for five minutes, and in that time, his mother had left camp without a word - what of her now, Clearpaw didn't know. It wasn't up to him to decide what happened to her, or wish she was still here. He was alive, and that was all that mattered.
The tom closed his eyes and remembered all he could - his father, he never knew, but from what Stonefang had told him, he was called Voidclaw, a strange tom who had never fit in with the warrior life. Clearpaw wondered if he got his personality from his very absent father. Stonefang had told him he was exiled for the murder of Duskstar, but now, seeing as Demonstar had been ousted as his killer, he wondered if his father would be able to return, or, if he was dead, or, if he'd joined another clan. All the questions, they spun in his mind and made him very dizzy. He hated being dizzy - whether intentionally or accidentally, dizziness was never a good thing in Clearpaw's mind - he'd gone dizzy the day he died in the medicine cat den. He shuddered as he remembered seeing Frostkit, telling him, no, begging him to go back and live out his life so she could watch over him and guide him.
"...I still miss you Frostkit." came his feeble voice. His sister, his poor sister. StarClan had been so cruel to her - and the only other cat he had been close to was Kitetail, the really old elder, but he had died a few moons ago in his sleep - a peaceful death, one that not many cats were awarded by StarClan now. Death was never quick for the warriors - it seemed they would be attacked and have their life slowly ebb away, or, an illness would make their life drip out of existance, as slow as the tumbling of a kit when they were first born from their mothers. StarClan - they had damned each cat born to a horrible death unless they were lucky like Kitetail. Clearpaw bet he wouldn't get a death as peaceful as Kitetail, nor a death as noble as warriors who died in battle. He would probably drown, or something.
[ffffffffffffffffff so many words sorry. have a cookie if you read it all xD]
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