Post by Stormchaser on Nov 16, 2007 7:03:59 GMT -5
S T O R M R A V E N
Silence was over the marshes, not a single sound betrayed the figure that sat in the shadows of the marsh, ready to pounce upon his prey. He was impatient, and it showed in his tail which lashed readily about. The frog before him did not notice the lashing, and it wasn't long before the tom grew so impatient that he snapped. The brown-grey tabby leapt upon the frog, his fangs piercing its skin before the thing could even flinch.
"You, frog, are about to be eaten by Stormraven of no Clan. How does that make you feel, eh? Oh yeah! it doesn't."
In the eyes of a Clan cat, this might be seen as disrespect towards one's prey, but in Stormraven's eyes, he was merely taunting the world to give him a better challenge than this small frog who had just had it's breath stolen from it by an overly ambitious and arrogant tom who had no idea that this was not a territory open to just anyone.
Stormraven, who, little did he know, looked much like another tom in this Clan, had never lived amongst a Clan. He had lived amongst his siblings, who had died, his mother, Ravenpoppy, who also died, Thrushpelt, dead, and Moonflash, also dead. Thrushpelt had mentored Stormraven in the ways of warriors, for Thrushpelt had once belonged to a Clan himself, as had Moonflash, and Ravenpoppy.
As did my father, once...
Stormraven often pondered over his father, the tom that he had been named for. Well, he had been named by Thrushpelt, for his mother and her death, as a warrior. But when he had been born, Stormraven had been known as Stormkit. He, techniqually, was not a full warrior, being as no leader had used the power of StarClan to make him one.
Despite the fact that Stormraven was a loner and not a Clan cat, he was a very strong believer in StarClan. Yes, he believed that Thrushpelt, Moonflash, Ravenpoppy, and his siblings, had all gone there after their death. And that his father, if Stormchaser too was dead, had gone there as well.
"It'll be a while before I go there," he muttered, a smile playing across the young tom's face. He was half-convinced that he was going to outlive every cat he had come across. Stormraven was quite arrogant and thought himself one of the best fighters and hunters in all the land.
Ah, but he would be proven wrong at some point. Though he didn't know it, no one could really be the official best fighter or hunter. Sure, one could be very good, but in the eyes of many, there was no way one could determine the very best.
Stormraven was much better at fighting than hunting, however. He was often impatient and would strike long before he was needed to, causing his prey to run off. It kept him lean however, and the only bulk on this cat's body was muscle.
Silence was over the marshes, not a single sound betrayed the figure that sat in the shadows of the marsh, ready to pounce upon his prey. He was impatient, and it showed in his tail which lashed readily about. The frog before him did not notice the lashing, and it wasn't long before the tom grew so impatient that he snapped. The brown-grey tabby leapt upon the frog, his fangs piercing its skin before the thing could even flinch.
"You, frog, are about to be eaten by Stormraven of no Clan. How does that make you feel, eh? Oh yeah! it doesn't."
In the eyes of a Clan cat, this might be seen as disrespect towards one's prey, but in Stormraven's eyes, he was merely taunting the world to give him a better challenge than this small frog who had just had it's breath stolen from it by an overly ambitious and arrogant tom who had no idea that this was not a territory open to just anyone.
Stormraven, who, little did he know, looked much like another tom in this Clan, had never lived amongst a Clan. He had lived amongst his siblings, who had died, his mother, Ravenpoppy, who also died, Thrushpelt, dead, and Moonflash, also dead. Thrushpelt had mentored Stormraven in the ways of warriors, for Thrushpelt had once belonged to a Clan himself, as had Moonflash, and Ravenpoppy.
As did my father, once...
Stormraven often pondered over his father, the tom that he had been named for. Well, he had been named by Thrushpelt, for his mother and her death, as a warrior. But when he had been born, Stormraven had been known as Stormkit. He, techniqually, was not a full warrior, being as no leader had used the power of StarClan to make him one.
Despite the fact that Stormraven was a loner and not a Clan cat, he was a very strong believer in StarClan. Yes, he believed that Thrushpelt, Moonflash, Ravenpoppy, and his siblings, had all gone there after their death. And that his father, if Stormchaser too was dead, had gone there as well.
"It'll be a while before I go there," he muttered, a smile playing across the young tom's face. He was half-convinced that he was going to outlive every cat he had come across. Stormraven was quite arrogant and thought himself one of the best fighters and hunters in all the land.
Ah, but he would be proven wrong at some point. Though he didn't know it, no one could really be the official best fighter or hunter. Sure, one could be very good, but in the eyes of many, there was no way one could determine the very best.
Stormraven was much better at fighting than hunting, however. He was often impatient and would strike long before he was needed to, causing his prey to run off. It kept him lean however, and the only bulk on this cat's body was muscle.
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