Post by Magicheart on Jul 28, 2011 22:45:14 GMT -5
Storyteller lay on his stomach in the elder's den, his head on his paws. He glanced out into the clearing, watching every move of his clanmates as they bustled from one place to another. Was he wrong in giving up his warrior name to move to the elder's den? Did the clan still value him? Was he still useful? Storyteller let out a soft sigh. He hadn't been feeling well the past couple days, but didn't want to trouble anyone. He wasn't sure if it was nerves regarding Wildfire. It was hard to keep tabs on his former apprentice anymore when he didn't leave camp as often.
She needs someone to temper that fiery spirit of hers. he thought, feeling as though he could never rest until he saw her happily with a mate, but beginning to fear that he may not be around that long.
She needs someone to temper that fiery spirit of hers. he thought, feeling as though he could never rest until he saw her happily with a mate, but beginning to fear that he may not be around that long.
