Just another boring day... open

[Singedstar]

Whitefur !
Ha ha what a stupid day.

"Oh, hey their birdy," Whitefur sneered as he began to sidle his way up to the creature which lay thrashing on one side. 'Broke a wing, didn't you, you stupid fool," he prodded the creature in one side, and it fluttered frantically to try and fly away on one wing. Whitefur opened his jaws into an enormous, bored yawn. "Well, I guess I might as well just put you out of your misery, eh? I'm no good at hunting in this season, so think of yourself lucky," he chatted on, before ending the bird's life with one quick blow. Now that's its annoying cries for help were silences, he picked the creature up in his jaws and carried it carefully towards home. This should feed a cat or two, he thought, past caring if any of his clan mates benefited or not from his help.

He pushed his way into camp, stopping as a tendril of fern swung down in front of his face, then padding the rest of the way in. The camp was practically empty as he looked around, eyes narrowed coldly as he noticed that most of his lazy clan mates were sleeping the day away. Stupid mouse-brains. Like I'm going to hunt for all of them if they can't even return the favor! Tossing the fresh-kill on the pile, he stomped away to crouch at the edge of the clearing, eyes flashing with annoyance. A moment later he stretched out one leg and began to wash, quickly grooming the rest of his pelt while he glared chillingly around the clearing, trying to hide his fur from prickling. "Why can't it start snowing?" He complained aloud. "I can't catch a thing in Green-Leaf, with this useless white fur," he growled.

Noticing how he was still basically alone in the clearing, he lay his head on his paws and curled to stare at the wall of the camp. "What's the point of living in a clan if everyone is so useless? I'd get more done just being a rogue or loner. Wouldn't have to worry about the stupid code, and then we could drive those crow-food eating other clans out of the forest so we can rule!" He mewed to himself, without thinking about what any of the other cats may think about his ambitions. Nor did he care if anyone called him a 'traitor', or a 'liar' or anything of the sort. His ambitions were for the honor and behalf of ShadowClan, not some stupid code made up by 'starry cats in the sky'.