by TyrannoTitan » Thu Mar 18, 2010 6:11 am
Firestreak lay down on a low lying branch overlooking the camp, high enough to make it difficult to spot the scarred tom, but low enough that he wouldn't break his neck if he fell. He scaled the tree while out of sight, not exactly wanting to ruin his ruse of being a crippled elder. From his perch, he could see much of the camp. Memories clawed their way into his mind...it was hard to push them away. Firestreak thought himself doomed; with no family, no friends, and no legacy, he felt he had nothing to lose, hence why he tormented the rogues living out in the forest, despite it risking his life. Now that he was in the camp, even without being part of the clan...it forced him to reminisce when he was deputy. His goals, then, were simple: Protect the clan, no matter the cost. Even before Bloodspill came along, he had something to live for...now, as an old fool, he was alone and without purpose. Perhaps...perhaps he had come back to the clan to die...to die where he felt he belonged most.