Gray's Beach

Located just a few miles down from Tempest's Cavern, there is a small beach. At low tide there are rockpools to explore and shellfish to investigate, not to mention pretty shells to collect. Throughout the year the Beach is visited by penguins and occasionally seals who wish to take advantage of the penguin population. Depending on the day the waves can be calm enough for a swim, but beware, a little behind the breaker waves are dangerous rips that can carry a wolf back out to sea if they're not careful.

Running up and managing to avoid tripping over his own feet again, Eaglepaw slowed to a walk staring at the waves crashing down on the beach, struggling to walk through the deep sand it was a relief when he found wet sand that was easier to stand on. Wandering along the beach brooding over everything that'd happened, he found a large tree that'd been brought in by the tide and jumped up onto it feeling the smooth planes of the tree. It was difficult to see things out here, all the blues melting into each other so the different sensations of the sands and the tree were welcome. Comfortable there the youngster lay down and watched the waves the peacefullness and raw power of the sea was alluring, he wanted to be free like that to do what he wanted without rules saying what he could and couldn't do. He wanted to be free from the warrior code, yellow eyes closed shutting out the overwhelming visual information and instead concentrating on taste, touch and sound. The sound of the waves, the taste of salt in the air and the smooth tree that'd had its bark stripped off by the sea.

Marching up to him Eaglepaw didn't even have time to adjust to the fact that Whiteshadow had shown up before the adult male began what felt like a speech, tired of adults and all their rules Eaglepaw zoned out halfway through the long-winded tirade of words. Lowering his head to watch the sea again, Eaglepaw when the voice finally was registered as having stopped "Whatever you just said, I don't care. Everyone sucks up to Greystar. The warrior code is just a way to control the masses and there's no such thing as Starclan. Why don't you just Buzz off and go where you're wanted" all of his frustrations spilled out at once, wanting nothing to do with the wolf he added "Why don't you go be a good suck up and patrol the borders" ignoring the other wolf completely now he stared out to sea wishing he could go on the water and just float away until he was on his own and not having to deal with anyone else's rules and bother.

For heavens sake the way Whiteshadow spoke down to him like he was some high and mighty saviour of the land made Eaglepaw want to be violently sick, ‘I will be talking with your mentor and they can deal with you’ he didn’t even really remember who his mentor was and quite frankly didn’t give to shakes of a mouse’s tail what they thought or said to him. Didn’t they get it just didn’t mean anything to him? He just wanted to be free to do things in his own time and not have to deal with the whiny clingy needs the clan wanted to shackle him to. Sighing to himself he remembered finally that his mentor was Flamebreeze, it was ironic that Greystar had given him a mentor that couldn’t see properly, sure Eaglepaw couldn’t see any colour that wasn’t blue but his sight was a damn site better than Flamebreezes foolery. Lost in thought regarding whiteshadow he rubbed his muzzle against his front left leg itching it the sudden voice scared him out of his skin. Bouncing up and off the log so quickly it almost looked like he’d fallen off it took only moments for the unusually coloured male to retort “Nunya!” already ticked off thanks to Whiteshadow gave him courage “None ya Business” whoever this wolf was he was disturbing, with a coat so black it seemed to draw all light into it and turn it black and mismatched eyes that were quite honestly unnerving.