[ tw: blood and violence ] tiger loved loner life. well... usually she did. she loved living in a little clan of claws own, surrounded by friends and family. though, that wasn't the case anymore. there was no friends and family. it was just... him. he lowered his head, gaze falling to his bloodied mittens. this was such an odd feeling. one tiger had never really experienced before. she felt so... /empty/. there were no more cuddle piles or group meals. no playing kits or smiles. there was no life anywhere. it seemed that loner life was finally beginning to show its true colours. /loner/. it all made sense now. this life was not the freedom she'd perceived it to be. it was just sad in reality. maybe clan life wasn't so bad. you had a big group of friends, potentially family and even a boss! tiger had just been putting it down without reason. claw'd barely experienced it. dozens of thoughts would spring up in the back of their mind, mixed emotions coming through alongside them. various names would ring out. lamentpaw, crestedkit, wishpaw, deathberrypaw. their deaths were the result of a clan, their deaths were evidence of what could happen. tiger flexed her claws with discomfort. but that was /urchinclan/. not all clans were like that. his sister had found peace in mossclan. her son had found peace in flurryclan. maybe claw could find peace too. [ erp! i'll be attempting to get tiger into flurryclan! ]
