Post by Seastorm on Aug 2, 2008 17:01:37 GMT -5
It was like he was hiding.
Like. He wasn't really hiding, of course. A medicine cat would never hide from his clan. Never. Grimspite may have been the most insociable cat in the entire clan, renowned even by the newborn kits to be the rudest, most callous, insensitive, stubborn tom in the history of unlikeable tomcats, but that was certainly no reason to hide. And even if it was, Grim wouldn't have had the decency to do it anyway. In fact, as an apprentice, he had been more likely not to do what you told him to just because it was asked of him. He had always been difficult.
Anyone who envisioned all medicine cats to be kind and unhaltingly caring about every living thing's physical and emotional welfare had obviously never met this one.
But he remembered being ornery enough to earn him a moon's worth cleaning the elders' den. He just...couldn't remember the elders, or even his mentor's name. How pathetic was that? The tuxedo tom snorted and shook his head as he placed his newly sorted catmint in its proper shelf. He couldn't be that old already, could he?
His entire afternoon had been spent in the cool, damp dimness of his den, tunneled into the roots of a pine countless moons old. Decidedly not hiding. The medicine cat's den wasn't a very good place for the medicine cat to hide, anyway. Anyone who wanted him would look for him there first.
Well, that is if anyone did want him. Most SapphireClanners stayed well out of his den unless they absolutely had to see him. Most days, that was just the way he liked it. But some days, few and far between...some days, he did get lonely.
Like. He wasn't really hiding, of course. A medicine cat would never hide from his clan. Never. Grimspite may have been the most insociable cat in the entire clan, renowned even by the newborn kits to be the rudest, most callous, insensitive, stubborn tom in the history of unlikeable tomcats, but that was certainly no reason to hide. And even if it was, Grim wouldn't have had the decency to do it anyway. In fact, as an apprentice, he had been more likely not to do what you told him to just because it was asked of him. He had always been difficult.
Anyone who envisioned all medicine cats to be kind and unhaltingly caring about every living thing's physical and emotional welfare had obviously never met this one.
But he remembered being ornery enough to earn him a moon's worth cleaning the elders' den. He just...couldn't remember the elders, or even his mentor's name. How pathetic was that? The tuxedo tom snorted and shook his head as he placed his newly sorted catmint in its proper shelf. He couldn't be that old already, could he?
His entire afternoon had been spent in the cool, damp dimness of his den, tunneled into the roots of a pine countless moons old. Decidedly not hiding. The medicine cat's den wasn't a very good place for the medicine cat to hide, anyway. Anyone who wanted him would look for him there first.
Well, that is if anyone did want him. Most SapphireClanners stayed well out of his den unless they absolutely had to see him. Most days, that was just the way he liked it. But some days, few and far between...some days, he did get lonely.
