Post by --> arcticstripe <-- on Jul 5, 2006 12:06:35 GMT -5
Owlstone lay at the back of the den, his back facing the entrance and his head facing the wall. He was clawing at the dirt, making a small pile that looked like a ant hill. His yellow eyes were hard and looked focused, but they weren't; they weren't really looking at anything.
Owlstone often did this kind of thing. Sat quietly and kept to himself. Anybody that ever saw him like this would ask themselves, "What is he thinking about?" Nobody really knows what Owlstone thinks about. Some say it is his life back with the clans. Some say it is his death. Some say he doesn't think at all.
Right now Owlstone was thinking about how old he really was. Once he thought about it, he realized he had been around for quite some time. He might have died as a leader and not an elder, but that didn't mean he wasn't still getting older. He wished he were a kit again at the moment. Being able to frolick around and play. He couldn't go back though. He never could. He could never re-experience those good ol' days.
Owlstone often did this kind of thing. Sat quietly and kept to himself. Anybody that ever saw him like this would ask themselves, "What is he thinking about?" Nobody really knows what Owlstone thinks about. Some say it is his life back with the clans. Some say it is his death. Some say he doesn't think at all.
Right now Owlstone was thinking about how old he really was. Once he thought about it, he realized he had been around for quite some time. He might have died as a leader and not an elder, but that didn't mean he wasn't still getting older. He wished he were a kit again at the moment. Being able to frolick around and play. He couldn't go back though. He never could. He could never re-experience those good ol' days.
THANK YOU RAZOR!!! YOU ROCK!!!!