Post by Slitstorm on Aug 24, 2014 13:42:00 GMT -7
The sun was high in the sky, and the sound of water trickling through the stones rythmatically was distracting. Slitstorm's intriguing gaze scanned the camp with little interest. Nothing ever seemed to happen here; yet there were so many faces, old and new. He found no entertainment in sharing tongues. All he could think about was StoneClan. The jagged peaks were faded in the distance, yet he could swear he could see them patrolling the cliffs making sure he didn't return. 'I will return. I will return with an army, and your Clan life will cease to exist.'
His thoughts were dark and sticky, like threads of black web. He harbored a lot of resentment towards the Clans; after all they were the reason he was forced out and his current rogue companions were low on food. It wouldn't be long before they would rally and bring down the Clan cats.
'We will drag StarClan from the heavens and watch it burn.' His mind continued to spin morbid thoughts and he smiled slyly. Slitstorm knew he wasn't the only one who harbored resentment towards the Clan cats. At this point all of his companions had a reason to hate them, whether it was their lack of food or their forcing them into uninhabitable conditions. They sat peacefully on their lush lands while everyone else suffered from disease and famine. A reality check was coming their way.
SLITSTORM
Played by: Twi
Words: 245 || Dialog|| Tagged:Rogue rebellion
Played by: Twi
Words: 245 || Dialog|| Tagged:Rogue rebellion
