09-10-2020, 08:13 AM
GOTTA TAKE SOME TIME TO REALIZE
THAT MY FRIENDS THEY COME
AND THE LINES THEY GO BY
Palmclan.
Departure based on the fleeting whim rooted within days of false bravado, a notion dismissed and mocked in part, worry invading the low tones of those few to which courage had visited. It mattered none the manner time had warped the delicate collection housed in locked away memories he had known a good place had given rise to such comments, blind had he been to it all, however. In the moment it had seemed slight against him in every conceivable manner, a child still even as he had boasted highly of his accomplishments.
Dark the amusement that seeped throughout short chuckle, self mockery performed with ease. A year had passed since those days and mature had he grown, widened beneath the hard won lessons rather happily spearheaded by the occupants of the boardwalk, time in which his desire to return to them had dwindled. Yet such is the irony for wildfire had been the news of strangers upon their shore.
Maybe this was a sign from the benevolent Starclan it was time he rejoined their ranks, the lost sheep drawn back to flock.
Banished the idea with a rough shake of his dark head, the mice he carried by thin tails swinging with the movement, peace offering of sorts. Toad was not among those first acquanted with the beach dwelling folk, unnecessary introduction if to be believed the information given to him second hand, worry festering in his gut, tightening at the paths meeting may take. Unavoidable a confrontation, unfortunately, and thus best option he had was chosen.
"What the…" Briefly halted his forward momentum, the silence that had prevailed with the departure of the overflowing rat population broken by sounds familiar and despised. Scowl across and he pondered for a moment making an easy meal out of the grey rodent that stared at him with beady black eyes, that idea abandoned rather quickly at a sharp pain radiating through his paw. Even as he lifted it, and was met with another rat that had afixed yellowing teeth into his flesh, his mouth opened and opportunity was seized.
Rather comical the chase that came to ensue when Toad realised stolen his peace offering, the squeaking calls the rats omitted almost mocking as they scampered along wooden walkways. Thunderous the steps rage filled feline took, left slowed by the need to keep bitten paw from touching the ground for a prolonged time, spat any curse he could think of though those were in somewhat short supply.
( set at the boardwalk )
Departure based on the fleeting whim rooted within days of false bravado, a notion dismissed and mocked in part, worry invading the low tones of those few to which courage had visited. It mattered none the manner time had warped the delicate collection housed in locked away memories he had known a good place had given rise to such comments, blind had he been to it all, however. In the moment it had seemed slight against him in every conceivable manner, a child still even as he had boasted highly of his accomplishments.
Dark the amusement that seeped throughout short chuckle, self mockery performed with ease. A year had passed since those days and mature had he grown, widened beneath the hard won lessons rather happily spearheaded by the occupants of the boardwalk, time in which his desire to return to them had dwindled. Yet such is the irony for wildfire had been the news of strangers upon their shore.
Maybe this was a sign from the benevolent Starclan it was time he rejoined their ranks, the lost sheep drawn back to flock.
Banished the idea with a rough shake of his dark head, the mice he carried by thin tails swinging with the movement, peace offering of sorts. Toad was not among those first acquanted with the beach dwelling folk, unnecessary introduction if to be believed the information given to him second hand, worry festering in his gut, tightening at the paths meeting may take. Unavoidable a confrontation, unfortunately, and thus best option he had was chosen.
"What the…" Briefly halted his forward momentum, the silence that had prevailed with the departure of the overflowing rat population broken by sounds familiar and despised. Scowl across and he pondered for a moment making an easy meal out of the grey rodent that stared at him with beady black eyes, that idea abandoned rather quickly at a sharp pain radiating through his paw. Even as he lifted it, and was met with another rat that had afixed yellowing teeth into his flesh, his mouth opened and opportunity was seized.
Rather comical the chase that came to ensue when Toad realised stolen his peace offering, the squeaking calls the rats omitted almost mocking as they scampered along wooden walkways. Thunderous the steps rage filled feline took, left slowed by the need to keep bitten paw from touching the ground for a prolonged time, spat any curse he could think of though those were in somewhat short supply.
( set at the boardwalk )
code by Reggan