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Random Melody
A large multi-colored tom walked through the edges of the Riverclan border. It wasn't his turn to take patrols, but he felt like getting away from the clan for some silence, for some alone time. It wasn't that Mixedfur hate his clan. He loved his clan, really. He truly would do anything to protect them.
But even the giant tom got tired. Though he was a friendly and respectable giant, he had a temper that he needed to keep bay. Although he had a nice time playing with the kits, and taking care of the elders. He really would had loved to climb up the tallest tree, and nap on the branch. That sounded like a heavy dream that kept moving away from him. Floating on a cloud.
Mixedfur shook his head out his thoughts. He had to pay attention since he allowed himself to be out here for a while. Just looking into the distance where Thunderclan was set. He never thought highly of the cheap riffraffs, as he liked to call them. He also never cared much for their presence. Mixedfur always thought of them as stealing poachers, thinking of their kills that were somehow taken.
He always blamed Thunderclan. It was always thunderclan. Riverclan was filled with the good cats. All the cats that would go to Starclan someday, but thunderclan seemed evil. Just like the other clans.
Not that Mixedfur didn't respect the other clans. Because of the warrior code, he had too. He had neutral respect for the other leaders and their clans, really. It was embedded in him, ever since he was a small kit, that riverclan was forever best and the other clans could compare to anything less. He remembered his parents always telling him that before he became a warrior. Before he even became an apprentice!
It was natural for the thought to grow within him. And, he gradually begin to believe it all. After all, wasn't it true? That riverclan was the best and the clans could compare to anything less?
Again, he was lost in his thoughts. And, he blamed Thunderclan for making him distracted. The large tom sat up from his seat, his fur becoming downy and clinging to him. He begin to walk around, slowly. Noticing every detail of observing his territory, and to protect his clan from any outsiders.