Post by ๖Exile๖ on Aug 5, 2009 17:34:53 GMT -5
Drakontas
Trailing after the rest of, as they called themselves, SwiftClan, the black tom saw that they had emerged in a large clearing. Here, the scent he had long decided was the SwiftClan scent was stronger than ever. This must be their camp, or so they call it, Drakontas thought to himself, looking around. The Gathering had just ended, and Soulstar had told him to go with them. He had done so, more than gladly. The black cat had already begun plotting his path to power, though he knew he would have to start off as--what was it they said he was old enough to be?--an apprentice, to learn everything he needed to know as a warrior. To him, this meant how to fight, hunt, and their rules, whatever they were. But the cat had decided to not yet stir up any trouble--no pranks, no "playfighting", or breaking those rules that they called the warrior code. Now what? Drakontas wondered, waiting for something to happen.
Trailing after the rest of, as they called themselves, SwiftClan, the black tom saw that they had emerged in a large clearing. Here, the scent he had long decided was the SwiftClan scent was stronger than ever. This must be their camp, or so they call it, Drakontas thought to himself, looking around. The Gathering had just ended, and Soulstar had told him to go with them. He had done so, more than gladly. The black cat had already begun plotting his path to power, though he knew he would have to start off as--what was it they said he was old enough to be?--an apprentice, to learn everything he needed to know as a warrior. To him, this meant how to fight, hunt, and their rules, whatever they were. But the cat had decided to not yet stir up any trouble--no pranks, no "playfighting", or breaking those rules that they called the warrior code. Now what? Drakontas wondered, waiting for something to happen.