Post by Chancestar on Jul 1, 2009 20:02:25 GMT -5
Chancestar, also known as Chance, had been awake all night and he felt quite drained. The clan was still sleeping, except for the patrols that had just switched moments ago, and even their snores seemed to be in unison. The leader was usually more optimistic, more carefree, but now something was biting at the back of his mind like an annoying tick. Unfortunately this particular "tick" couldnt be removed by simple, what was it again, oh he could never remember such things. The fact remained that there was something bothering the almost overly happy feline. So here he sat in front of his den drawing something in the sand with a claw.
Behind him his tail twitched angrily and he pounded his paw on the ground in frustration. With a growl he decided to walk through the camp and see if he could make himself tired. He was quiet as a, well cat of coure, as he walked along. Every few steps Chance would stop and glance at the sky as if willing Star Clan to answer his questions. As always they were silent so all he could do was continue on his way. At first he stopped at the freshkill pile and took a check at how much prey they had. That made him smile a little at least, prey had been plentiful and the clan was pretty well stocked for now. Perhaps he would double up hunting parties just in case. Was the freshkill pile what it was that was bothering him? No that didnt seem to be it.
Then he continued on until he paused in front of the elder den. Their snores were more raspy and deep then that of the younger clan members. He hoped he didnt hear signs of illness in those feeble lungs. How many greenleafs had passed where he had enjoyed sitting and listening the stories these older cats would tell? He was unsure but regardless he didnt feel that it was anything that was wrong with one of them that was nagging him so furiously.
From there it was off to the medicine cat's den where various smells assaulted his nostrils. There seemed to be a little less noise then scents from this den but he continued on. At each den he stopped again; the warriors, queens with their kits, and the apprentices all were at rest and nothing set up a spark that made him think that it was the source of his unrest. With another sigh he padded back towards his den.
Behind him his tail twitched angrily and he pounded his paw on the ground in frustration. With a growl he decided to walk through the camp and see if he could make himself tired. He was quiet as a, well cat of coure, as he walked along. Every few steps Chance would stop and glance at the sky as if willing Star Clan to answer his questions. As always they were silent so all he could do was continue on his way. At first he stopped at the freshkill pile and took a check at how much prey they had. That made him smile a little at least, prey had been plentiful and the clan was pretty well stocked for now. Perhaps he would double up hunting parties just in case. Was the freshkill pile what it was that was bothering him? No that didnt seem to be it.
Then he continued on until he paused in front of the elder den. Their snores were more raspy and deep then that of the younger clan members. He hoped he didnt hear signs of illness in those feeble lungs. How many greenleafs had passed where he had enjoyed sitting and listening the stories these older cats would tell? He was unsure but regardless he didnt feel that it was anything that was wrong with one of them that was nagging him so furiously.
From there it was off to the medicine cat's den where various smells assaulted his nostrils. There seemed to be a little less noise then scents from this den but he continued on. At each den he stopped again; the warriors, queens with their kits, and the apprentices all were at rest and nothing set up a spark that made him think that it was the source of his unrest. With another sigh he padded back towards his den.