SOMEONE TOSS ME A ROPE —
It had been a tough week for Stormpaw. He'd spent a lot of time feeling inadequate and missing his friends from when he was young. But they weren't really around anymore. Some were missing or they'd simply grown apart. So Stormpaw began to feel lonely. And when he was lonely he really didn't know what to do.
So the young tom spent most of his time wandering the territory and hunting. Sometimes he'd see someone from another clan, but they never really bothered him. Most of the time they didn't even acknowledge each other.
Stormpaw liked to wander aimlessly, it helped keep his mind off of things. It was as if if he kept walking he could stay one step ahead from the dark thoughts that usually clouded his mind. On this particular day he found himself near the thunderpath, a place he often walked by but never dared to stray too close to.
He remembered the time his mother had almost died on the thunderpath. He remembered seeing other cats die here. It was like an unmarked graveyard for so many lost lives. But now he was there, and he found himself walking closer and closer. Stormpaw was transfixed by the dark, unforgiving surface. One step led to another and soon he was standing smack dab in the middle, green eyes wide as he looked around. Everything was silent.
And then the rumbling started. Farther down the thunderpath. Not quite close enough for him to worry. But it was there, and steadily getting louder. Stormpaw just stood, frozen, staring down the road at the monster that was approaching.
"Twenty seconds." he estimated, judging from the distance between him and the car. His mind raced. Was he really going to stick this out? Sure, I don't really care about anything anymore.he thought darkly, furrowing his brow. But part of him wanted to dash to the side and laugh in relief. Stormpaw wasn't quite sure which side of him would win this time.
// Rosethorn. sorry it's a bit long!!