Post by Waffu-Waffu on Jan 12, 2014 23:01:18 GMT -5
Webbed paws stood solidly on the ground, stiff with the claws digging into the ground and churning up grass and mud with the motion. Bright green eyes stared straight ahead, narrowed, but unblinking as they seemed to be staring at something. He seemed in a trance as he slowly turned his head to the ground and studied the grass. His eyes softened slightly and now those orbs held no emotion in them as he watched the swaying of the short strands with an unblinking gaze.
"It was right here..." He spoke softly as he tore up a chunk of ground and threw it to the side. The earth hit a nearby tree with a splat! "Right here," he snarled out, that calming tone becoming aggressive as she ripped out another pawful and flung it elsewhere. "This spot as it, where she was killed. Murdered in cold blood." He continued to tear and shred the grass that had done him no harm. He yanked and clawed at the innocent dirt until it was nothing more than a mucky mess below him. He wasn't done yet though, and he turned his gaze back up to the spot he was looking at before.
Just beyond the thin Riverclan treeline waited his destination: the neutral area of the territories. If he got there, he could pick where he wanted to investigate next. His gut told him that Bloodclan would be a most excellent place to start. The whole lot of them were filled with horrid, murderous creatures, but it didn't seem like they would go out of their way just to get into Riverclan and kill his beloved. He's have to look closer for that...Windclan? Perhaps...Every clan was rotten, even his own one.
So...maybe it was one of them that did the deed...?
There was a snap behind him, but the tom didn't flinch. He simply turned his head slowly towards the source, a nearly psychopathic look on his face as he watched the bushes with a predatory glare. "And who are you?" he articulated carefully, sure to add a genuine curiosity on top of his maliciously well pronounced words.
He had snapped, it was visible. The tom didn't trust anyone or anything. If one of his clan mates could have done such a thing to his wonderful love, they would destroy him with no hesitation. He was prepared though. No longer was he the gentle pacifist. He had taken up claws and fangs and was more than trigger happy. His muscles, sore and aching from training, were larger now, more pronounced with less fat content. He was a warrior now, full blown with no medical knowledge holding him back, the swimming ace was ready to rumble should the situation call for it.
"It was right here..." He spoke softly as he tore up a chunk of ground and threw it to the side. The earth hit a nearby tree with a splat! "Right here," he snarled out, that calming tone becoming aggressive as she ripped out another pawful and flung it elsewhere. "This spot as it, where she was killed. Murdered in cold blood." He continued to tear and shred the grass that had done him no harm. He yanked and clawed at the innocent dirt until it was nothing more than a mucky mess below him. He wasn't done yet though, and he turned his gaze back up to the spot he was looking at before.
Just beyond the thin Riverclan treeline waited his destination: the neutral area of the territories. If he got there, he could pick where he wanted to investigate next. His gut told him that Bloodclan would be a most excellent place to start. The whole lot of them were filled with horrid, murderous creatures, but it didn't seem like they would go out of their way just to get into Riverclan and kill his beloved. He's have to look closer for that...Windclan? Perhaps...Every clan was rotten, even his own one.
So...maybe it was one of them that did the deed...?
There was a snap behind him, but the tom didn't flinch. He simply turned his head slowly towards the source, a nearly psychopathic look on his face as he watched the bushes with a predatory glare. "And who are you?" he articulated carefully, sure to add a genuine curiosity on top of his maliciously well pronounced words.
He had snapped, it was visible. The tom didn't trust anyone or anything. If one of his clan mates could have done such a thing to his wonderful love, they would destroy him with no hesitation. He was prepared though. No longer was he the gentle pacifist. He had taken up claws and fangs and was more than trigger happy. His muscles, sore and aching from training, were larger now, more pronounced with less fat content. He was a warrior now, full blown with no medical knowledge holding him back, the swimming ace was ready to rumble should the situation call for it.
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