Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-27823669-20160412011720/@comment-27039035-20160423201946

I'm going to die, Storm announced, but only in his thoughts. He often forgot whether he was speaking aloud or not. But that only became a problem if he was insulting someone or saying, "I'm going to die," for everyone to hear.

"About time!"

"I thought you were going to croak last week."

"Wait, huh, since when is Storm still alive?"

"Are you saying that because you miss Rose? Gosh, you can be such a prima donna."

Storm ignored the other elders comments until the last one. "No!" he protested, a little too defensively. "It has nothing to do with her. I just feel like I'm going to die today. That's all." He huffed. "Besides, why would I care about Rose being gone? She means nothing to me." He stood up, whiskers twitching in agitation, and walked over to the den entrance. "I'm leaving to go die in peace. So don't think to follow me, or I'll hit you with my stick."

"You would do that anyway."

"Yes, but only because you deserve it. Now goodbye! I won't be seeing any of you again. Well . . ." He glanced at one elder in particular, and winked. ". . . Maybe I'll be seeing you soon." Then he turned around and sashayed right out of camp, without even a glance backwards, or anyone thinking to stop him. ''Ha! It worked. Time to find Rose.''