[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 480px; height: 250px; background: url(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tum…gij6snXk1ruhs8ro1_500.gif)][fancypost bgcolor=#000000; width: 240px; height: 240px; borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; opacity: .75; margin-right: -10px][justify]Today was not what you'd imagine to be typical, which, I'm guessing you'd think of as perfectly sunny without a single sheep in the sky. It was partially cloudy, but the sun shined magnificently, striking through the white puffs like giant claws from up above. A flock of geese squawked and honked, trumpeting out sounds to let all know of their passing and of their returning to the territory for summer.
It was warm, cool and breezy - my kind of day. That kind of day that makes you think of cooking something over a fire just to smell the delicious meat roasting. And, in fact, I think I just might... but later. Now, I just sat outside the Clan base, taking in the view, feelings, sights and... everything I could gather. I had a good night's sleep yesterday. Today, my awakening was just as enjoyable. I love every second here.
The relaxing day makes my mind wander back to think of my family. I miss them a lot. I always miss company, really, especially when it comes to my relatives. They know me better than anyone in this place. How is Tropicalparadise? She had once lived here, though now she resides in the Militia. It's a good thing, too - the Militia and DarkClan are allies. I don't know what I'd think if she seriously went off and joined an enemy.
What would I do then? Maybe I'd talk her out of it. Yeah, that's probably it. She knows that if I can't visit her I'd be ... upset. Even though how I act often conceals my love for some people, that doesn't mean I don't get attached to things. It's likely bad that I do since, after all, it just gives me more things to cry about. I hate crying, but it seems whenever I try to fight against it it just happens more.
I rose up to my paws, breathing in the dry air on tired, wobbly legs. My chest heaved as a thunderous flurry of coughs flew from my throat; I screwed my muzzle up in distaste at what a feeling it left in my mouth. My dark green, beryl-oculars blinked out some dust from my eyes. From far away, they look a bit brown - or, at least, that's what a few people have told me. They might have just been trying to mess with me, though. I mean, how can they look like that? Maybe I should check the next time I see a puddle.
I set off back inside the Twoleg building, my nose searching for the smell of anything edible. "Ay, do we have anything to eat?" I call, not caring whether the response I'd get was positive or not. I was feeling pretty bold. An argument wouldn't bother me right now. I flexed my claws before arching my back and giving myself a good, refreshing stretch. I realized I was also really thirsty - that meant more things for me to look out for on my patrols today.
Why hasn't anyone responded yet? I wondered. I could not be the only one awake. Everyone was usually awake no matter what time, it seemed. The nocturnal animals should've at least been eating dinner or about to go to bed or something. So what's up with this? So much for someone helping me with my breakfast. "Gee, thanks," I comment sarcastically, going off to the fresh-kill pile.
The pile of food here smelled a lot like sand. I mean, of course it did. We live in a desert. I just like the smell of actual plants and stuff better. I chose a squirrel for the sake of appeasing my growing nostalgia. I gave a quiet sigh, wishing I was a kid again. Everything then was so much different. So much had changed - everything was constantly changing. I kind of disliked it, but what could I do? At least some things were still the same.
After a few minutes of thinking, I took a bite of the gray rodent in front of me, examining the killing bite on its neck. A very skilled hunter must have killed it. The killer must've had powers - I'd be surprised if they didn't. These days, everyone has 'em, which is pretty annoying if you're me because if you're me you're actually normal and don't have powers. Nor are you vicious enough to murder a bunch of stuff and not care like others. Maybe I'm just weak like that.
Isn't that what everyone thinks, though? If you can't actually kill stuff, you're not important? I don't even care about being important just because of that. Maybe I'm wrong in my assumption... but I don't care. All I care about is being who I am. Maybe I am weak. Is that really so wrong?
I peck every tendril of meat of the bones, not letting a single thing go to waste - including the eyeballs and brains. Sure, to some that might be appalling, but I don't see how or why. To me, not eating everything is just a waste. Why not use what's in front of you while you have it? I take the bones back to my nest for keepsakes before returning back to the base exit.
As I traversed down the long, newly familiar hallways, I thought of my past and future once more. What would I continue doing with my life? Right now it was just getting good... but the same thing would get boring. I completed my training to become an Officer just moons ago, but maybe it was time I sought out an actual profession. Maybe I'd find that in an apprenticeship to an Inspector.
I yawned in boredom. Seemed it'd be a while before anyone really bothered interacting. I decided I'd take a nap until noon - maybe I'd wake up in time for a patrol. Who knows? Maybe I'll miss all of them and just help out at home today. Yeah, that sounded nice. I quietly snoozed off into a fuzzy, comfortable dream.
/ 1,011 words + using this for a quest 8^)
hehe this is my new charrie weee
wow first post and she already developed wowzers
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