Rockheart groans from boredom, his tail swaying as his fur blew with the wind. He knew that if he tried talking to a female that they'd instantly fall in love with him due to his cursed good looks.
Rockheart sighs and looks down at his now shadowy black paws. "I'm sorry. But there's no news today. I've wandered around the camp and heard nothing."
His mother hisses in disappointment and claws his face, leaving a claw mark. "Worthless. Now go back before someone thinks you have a problem."
Rockheart walks to the lake, his heart feeling like a cold hard rock in his chest. *his mind: why do I have to betray the clan?! Why can't I just rebel against my mother?!*
(Back)
Rockheart sat at the edge of the lake. "Why do I look like my murderous father...... yeah sure I got his looks but...... am I going to end up as him?" Looks at his reflection again, seeing his father's face instead of his.