Post by Sacrifice on Sept 10, 2009 23:18:17 GMT -5
It would be so easy... Just to step in front of one of the passing monsters, and forget about everything as I enter the land of StarClan. To forget what life was like, to loose the stress that burdens me so often, and everything else that I have to deal with.
Thoughts like that, as bitter as they may be, were common to the orange and white tom, as his gaze, a red brown, flickered across the Thunderpath, not even flinching as monsters hurtled past him, their path, who knows where. To just give up.. it would be oh so easy. To run away and never return. It had been like this even before he had become the deputy, something he still thought to be a mistake. There were so many better cats out there, ones worthy of the position. With his rogue parentage, he was untrustworthy, at least, what he thought. Having been raised in the clan, it was all he knew family wise, although he had skills of a rogue. He had been left as a kit to fend for himself, and without being able to be social at such a young age had left him slightly... unstable. Raising his head so it faced the monsters, the smell burning his fine senses, a soft sigh ripped from Umberspots, and he forced himself away.
Not today.
Offering a bemused smile, and a flick of his pelt, Umberspots turned, and walked back toward camp, weight dragging at his paws. He had never been the leader type, and was far from perfect. With so many flaws, he wasn't the most popular cat in the clan, nor did he ever strive to be. Being popular was just too much work, and if they didn't like him. Well, lets just say that there were more then a few cats that he didn't like either. Ones he wouldn't mind never seeing again. Not that them being gone forever would help the clan.
Always have to look after the clan. Its better that way, then I can’t think about myself.
Nodding his silent agreement, Umberspots carefully wove his way through RainClan territory, red brown eyes wide and watching. Today was a rare day, clan life was easy, boring almost. However, just being out was a good thing. For many moons, Umberspots had been ill, and still was, although it was much less then before. He still couldn’t do as much as a normal cat, but hey, it was a start.
He was, however, not destined to stay alone for very long…
((Bad post, I know.))
