Post by Bitter on Feb 9, 2017 12:34:33 GMT 8
There the tom was, trotting towards the exit and entrance of Ivyclan camp, is one and only true home. He walked with such confidence, he knew the territory so well he could walk with his eyes closed. Or, at least he wished that was true. Yet he held his head high, chin up, eyelids lowered as he made his way to the entrance. He kept his pace, as he didn't wish to get caught by his brother, Dawnblaze, who would surely ask to tag along. A small smile formed upon Goldenstrike's lips as he thought of his brother. Although the same exact age, Goldenstrike always felt older, somehow more responsible for Dawnblaze. The last thing he needed was for Dawnblaze to be himself and mercilessly prod Gold to bring him.
Yes, Goldenstrike thought, you were always absolutely stubborn, were you not? His paws began to drag, and his lengthy tail slithered behind him as he stalked across camp. He could've gotten side-tracked, and nearly did until he caught a glimpse of Dawnblaze. Do I have fuzz in my head?! He thought but knew better than to panic. Instead, he decided not to hurry up but slow down to a mindless wander, so that Dawnblaze would know not where he intended to go.
But he knows me better than that, Goldenstrike reasoned. After a day had passed, usually around sun-high or sundown Goldenstrike would go out of camp and hunt for more than he would eat. Alone. It was rather common. It was like his own little day-to-day ritual. Hopefully, if he avoided eye contact he could easily pass and perhaps say he needed to go to the dirtplace and change his direction to there.
The thought saddened him, and he shook his head slightly to rid of such thoughts. He would not lie to his brother, nor make Dawnblaze feel ignored. Goldenstrike could spend a whole day with Dawnblaze, perhaps the passing of four seasons over and over and not once get tired of his brother or slack in giving his brother any love. But what was he to do?
Dawnblaze
Yes, Goldenstrike thought, you were always absolutely stubborn, were you not? His paws began to drag, and his lengthy tail slithered behind him as he stalked across camp. He could've gotten side-tracked, and nearly did until he caught a glimpse of Dawnblaze. Do I have fuzz in my head?! He thought but knew better than to panic. Instead, he decided not to hurry up but slow down to a mindless wander, so that Dawnblaze would know not where he intended to go.
But he knows me better than that, Goldenstrike reasoned. After a day had passed, usually around sun-high or sundown Goldenstrike would go out of camp and hunt for more than he would eat. Alone. It was rather common. It was like his own little day-to-day ritual. Hopefully, if he avoided eye contact he could easily pass and perhaps say he needed to go to the dirtplace and change his direction to there.
The thought saddened him, and he shook his head slightly to rid of such thoughts. He would not lie to his brother, nor make Dawnblaze feel ignored. Goldenstrike could spend a whole day with Dawnblaze, perhaps the passing of four seasons over and over and not once get tired of his brother or slack in giving his brother any love. But what was he to do?
Dawnblaze
