Post by BiRDZiLLA! on Apr 8, 2010 17:17:52 GMT -5
Ghostshell
Around him the forest cooed, comming to life with bird calls and teeming pray poking about at the greening leaves. Under the deputy's claws pine needled churned, brought up as he kneeded his claws into the still cemented soil, a ear twitching now and then as he took it all in in stride. The sappy scents of weeping trees tasted so odd to him, nothing like the sleek oils of fish he was so accustumed to. He really loved gatherings for this reason more than just to chat it up.
Within Ghostshell there was a silent battle brewing between instinct and just simple pleasure of just being able to hold a conversation with someone of another clan. He hadn't had much contact with anyone but of Riverclan blood, and the part of heart that longed for his brother's appearence called for something a little more dangerous like border exchanges. Status be damned, he was rather lonely.
Sure, he chatted with everyone with in the clan, it was his favorite past time but it was getting so hard to fill the time between gatherings when all he was hoping for was Ravenwing. It'd take some time to mend, he knew it, and he felt a bit ashamed this was his way of slowly coping, just sitting in the four tree's small clearing.
The black and white tom figured Birdsong would be up to chatting with him and all the sorts, but even when status be damned, he still had to uphold it. The golden tabby just wouldn't be the most suttle of cats. So he waited, sky orbs lazily wandering as he observed the sky with his whole being from under the pine canopy.
It wasn't that half bad of a day.