Post by talguy21 on Nov 30, 2012 22:59:03 GMT -8
Darkheart slid through the undergrowth, pelt bristling with anger, his crimson glare nearly illuminating his surroundings with its intensity. What right did those mangy StarClan cats have to imprison him here in this forsaken place? His tail thrashed, cutting a spindly plant in two. This existance is pointless.
What is the use of plotting his revenge when there isn't the slightest thing he can do? Darkheart lashed out at a tree in his frustration, ripping the decaying bark to shreds with furious strokes of claws and tail. One particularly fierce blow toppled the small dead tree, splinters of foul bark flying away. Darkheart let loose a wordless yowl to the hazy sky as he stormed off into the undergrowth.
What is the use of plotting his revenge when there isn't the slightest thing he can do? Darkheart lashed out at a tree in his frustration, ripping the decaying bark to shreds with furious strokes of claws and tail. One particularly fierce blow toppled the small dead tree, splinters of foul bark flying away. Darkheart let loose a wordless yowl to the hazy sky as he stormed off into the undergrowth.
