Are we the Forgotten? [Jeo/Open]

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Muddyfrog,,

Actions//Thoughts//Speaking

After all this time you'd think time would seem to run in slow motion. Yet in fact, it seems to go by quickly. How seasons come and go, and you sit there wonder why you just keep growing older. How your quite useless to everyone else. Why your fur become gray or white; why your vision and hearing fades till your world is quiet darkness. Why is it that as you grow older you grow more and more unlike yourself. Or is it that as a kit you aren't yourself and the world makes you grow into you. Why do the cats around you influx how you hold yourself and how you think? Your past makes you how you are, yet its our past that you are suppose to leave behind? Shouldn't everyone be different, have their own thoughts. Live to be themselves! Yes, you should live to be different. Why follow the flow when you can stand on the side and laugh at yourself? Shouldn't everyone just be happy, have pride and stand for what you did in your life?

Thoughts run through Muddyfrog's mind like a river. Like the rivers that surround Riverclan camp. Flowing and spinning, making new ideas come clear up to the surface or old ideas sink to the bottoms. Flowing faster when it rains and drying up when its sunny. This was Muddyfrog's life. Sitting at the edge of the Elders den. Thinking about how life was, how it is now and how it will be in the future. How his own life could had been changed with a simple word, or how other cats will grow to be someone else. It was always about life it seemed, all his thoughts were about life. He watched as cats grew. Kits getting bigger and stronger; warriors getting older and weaker. He often even watched his life appear in others. Things he did in his past, and how he learned from his mistakes. Now others were learning from their own mistakes, yet the mistakes were similar.

Today wasn't very important, just a regular day in the life of the clancats. It was turning out to be a nice day. Apprentices seemed to have the job of changing bedding and warriors were going on patrols and going fishing. The kits were pushing their way out of the Nursery and getting under-paw. Muddyfrog loved watching them, seeing how they caused chaos, but would turn out to be just like the warriors who yelled at them. Muddyfrog like his usually self was seated just outside of the elders den away from the commotion of the clan, yet still in ear-shot. He could see and hear everything from where he sat. And what he did hear surprised him. A little rumbling sound, which came from his very own stomach. He didn't even realize he was hungry, he had been so deep into his thoughts. Stretching the older tom stood. It seemed like every bone in his body cracked or groaned as he did so. It wasn't a far walk over to the fresh-kill pile and Muddyfrog didn't mind going over there. It was refreshing to go for a walk sometimes, even if it was only a few tail-lenghts away.

Yet he decided to check back in the elders den if Ghosteye was around. He didn't really mind Ghosteye being around, yet the tom didn't really do anything. He was quiet and barely spoke. Quite the opposite of Muddyfrog actually. Muddyfrog loved having conversations and picking on the younger cats. Ghost eye was different, he often went off by himself and was gone all day. It was almost like he wasn't even there half the time. Muddyfrog wanted to know what was up with that tom. Every time he tried talking to him, he ignored him or muttered some answer back. Even though Muddyfrog grew up with him, Muddyfrog was more focused on his warrior duties.. and the she-cats. Oh Muddyfrog loved those she-cats.

He peeked into the small clearing that made up the elders den. Seeing the faded white and yellow tom, he padded in. "Hey, I was just heading over to the fresh-kill pile, want anything? Its a nice day, and it seems like the warriors just brought some fresh fish in!" He said nicely, but it was more of an act. He didn't get the tom at all. So how could he like him? He was silent and.. boring. Maybe if Muddyfrog was nice to the tom he'd actually talk for once. That would be great, then Muddyfrog could have someone to talk to whenever. Well, if the tom was around anyways. And if he got the other tom to talk, then maybe he'd open up a bit. Be more friendly and.. active. Instead of being a pile of bones and fur just waiting for life to take its course.