Black Death's POV
I stalked through the old dying trees of the Dead Wood Forest. The bare trees provided no shelter from the wind and rain of the storm. Lighting shattered the sky and thunder resounded, as though a giant cat in the StarClan was stomping on the clouds, making it rain harder and harder as he walked. I shook off my fur again, even though it did no help. I just got wet again anyways.
Miserable. That's what I was: Miserable. I made my way to an old abandoned building on the edge of the Blackheart Rogue territories. I sighed. This was my home, but I wasn't satisfied with it. We didn't do anything productive, well, not in my opinion.
The door creaked open, and I casually strolled inside, stopping to lick my paws and shake off quickly. To the left were some other warrior rogues, settled on old bales of straw. I leaped onto one and began to lick myself, trying to get dry faster. Stupid rain.
I wanted an adventure, somewhere not within Blackheart Rogue territories. Everything here was so gloomy and dark. Or maybe I could just run away from it all. Join a real clan... Never have I met any Blackheart Rogue cat who shared my same feelings. So I guess I was on my own...