Post by Gouldian on Apr 24, 2016 4:37:16 GMT
 | WOLFPAW It’s so dark outside I’m gonna make it glow |
The skittish young apprentice padded along the edge of the river, his tail flicking anxiously. The fur along his spine raised as he heard twigs crackling on the other side of the river. He crouched down low behind a bundle of reeds and watched a ThunderClan cat weave through the trees. Once the cat was gone, he pulled himself back out of the reeds, cursing as a rough edge caught on his fur. Wolfpaw stretched out on the warm ground along the edge of the river once he was sure there were no enemy cats around to look at him, staring down at the shadows of the fish below. He considered trying to catch one, but recalled the disaster the night before and shuddered. Hunting would have to wait until he could feel the fur behind his ears dry. Absentmindedly rubbing his nose with a forepaw, he wondered for a moment if his mentor would be ashamed to have a drypaw for an apprentice.
Laying his head on his paws, he stared into the trees in ThunderClan territory. He often wondered what it would be like to be in a Clan that didn't spend all their time around water and how their warriors were trained. Surely they weren't that different? The young cat hadn't been to a Gathering yet, so he wouldn't really know. All Wolfpaw knew was that they stank, especially when their scent was blown across the river by a cool newleaf breeze. He wrinkled his nose at the thought. "What would it be like to be ThunderClan? Or WindClan? Or any Clan that didn't live around water for that matter." He grumbled, flinching as a fish moved too close to the surface and landed a drop of water right on his nose. The smokey grey tom rubbed his muzzle with a paw, grumbling some more incoherently under his breath about water and rivers.
Laying his head on his paws, he stared into the trees in ThunderClan territory. He often wondered what it would be like to be in a Clan that didn't spend all their time around water and how their warriors were trained. Surely they weren't that different? The young cat hadn't been to a Gathering yet, so he wouldn't really know. All Wolfpaw knew was that they stank, especially when their scent was blown across the river by a cool newleaf breeze. He wrinkled his nose at the thought. "What would it be like to be ThunderClan? Or WindClan? Or any Clan that didn't live around water for that matter." He grumbled, flinching as a fish moved too close to the surface and landed a drop of water right on his nose. The smokey grey tom rubbed his muzzle with a paw, grumbling some more incoherently under his breath about water and rivers.
