Post by conflict on Apr 18, 2008 22:51:45 GMT -5
Conflict stood on a high rock. His head held high he jumped down silently and thought about clan life. It could be nice. He had heard of Bone clan in stories at the Meadow. Everyone there respected and feared them. He'd longed for that same power ever since he was almost killed. Absent-mindedly he ran his tail over his scar on his face. He wanted badly to have the power he craved. It was almost like wanting french fries and not having enough money to buy some. Hoping someone would here him he shouted " I started it! Come and get me!" It was like his personal joke and normally people came running. He was going to get there whether they came after him or not. He ran in the direction which most of the smells came from. he would have a home.....and power no matter what it took.
