Post by Flamestorm on Jan 14, 2014 18:07:17 GMT -5
Firestorm sat outside the Clan's camp, his pelt feeling as if it were on fire from the sun's fury. Honestly, the warrior felt, and probably looked, utterly sick, but he wouldn't admit it, and he wouldn't be caught dead going to the medicine cat. The tom hated medicine cats, felt as if they were completely worthless, in all honesty. When did they ever truly help any cat? Couldn't all of the cats learn the herbs and use them? Firestorm was always skeptical about whether or no the herbs really even worked.
Beginning to get impatient, the tom's tail lashed, "Are you coming or what?!" Firestorm called into the tunnel, knowing that no cat in camp would be able to hear, but hoping someone was close enough for his call to reach their ears. He needed another cat or two to do a hunting patrol with.
Beginning to get impatient, the tom's tail lashed, "Are you coming or what?!" Firestorm called into the tunnel, knowing that no cat in camp would be able to hear, but hoping someone was close enough for his call to reach their ears. He needed another cat or two to do a hunting patrol with.
