Post by feeling kinda blue on Jan 31, 2016 23:51:42 GMT
Dusk had to be Webpaw's favorite time of day, especially when he got to be in camp during the sunset. Why? Amber eyes skimmed around the clearing of ShadowClan's camp and a small smile curled on the silver tabby's maw. His clanmates were speckled around the camp in clusters of two and three, tails waving in greeting, purrs rumbling in their throats as they butted heads and murmured gossip. Tales about the day, hunting, patrols and chores, it blended together into a welcoming rumble of white noise that filled Webpaw with a quiet sense of contentment. The weather was lovely, the sky clear and dotted with only fluffy white clouds so almost everyone had spent the day out of camp enjoying the weather before it got too hot to want to move. Now, clustered in the gathering gloom of camp, Webpaw laid beside the apprentice den and listened, letting his gaze lazily roll from cluster to cluster of clanmates.
Rosestar had had him running laps around the territory today, or at least that's what it had felt like. She'd quizzed him about clan history while they hunted during the morning and for the afternoon continued his hunting evaluation that had been interrupted when they found Greypaw. It had been a wonderful day that left Webpaw's muscles buzzing, slightly sore but in a good way that felt like they had been used properly. It had felt good to spend all day out with his mentor, soaking in Rosestar's undivided attention. So now Webpaw got to relax for the evening knowing his mentor wouldn't come wake him at moonhigh to go night hunting...or at least he hoped she wouldn't. It would be nice to have a night's sleep without having to get up before the sun.
Sprawling lazily on his side, Webpaw stretched himself out as long as he could be, claws flexing and muscles shaking slightly against his bones with the satisfying stretch before he relaxed against the still warm ground. Somewhere near the nursery he could hear kits giggling and vaguely wondered if Vinekit and Shadekit were behaving themselves or if they'd wandered into any more clan business that they were too old for. Closing his eyes, Webpaw wondered what it would be to be a mentor to one of the kits, to be responsible for shaping someone's life and setting them on their warrior path. The gruff, huffing laughter from the elder's den interrupted Webpaw's thoughts and made one of his ears twitch. It wasn't often the elders came out to the clearing this late but it was nice to hear them, their voices roughened by age blending into the bass line of rumbling voices all around camp as cats shared prey and stories.
Vaguely Webpaw wondered if he should get up to go find his friends, maybe track down Greypaw to share a meal with and ask how he was getting on with Iceclaw or find Blssompaw so they could wrestle just because. He brushed the thoughts aside almost as quickly as they came, too lazy and comfortable to get up and go snooping around for his friends. After all, Blossompaw would probably still be with Brightscar or Spottedpaw and the last thing he needed was Spottedpaw spitting venom at him for ruining her alone time with Blossompaw. Greypaw...that was more plausible but Webpaw hadn't spied Greypaw or Iceclaw in camp since Rosestar had left him on his own so there was a fair chance they were still out hunting or patrolling. It felt nice to be able to take this little bit of time for himself too, to let the common sounds of clan life wash over him like waves, comfortable and familiar...relaxing.
Sighing softly, Webpaw closed his eyes and listened with half an ear as pawsteps vibrated through the ground, passing to and fro across the camp clearing.
Notes: just a chill little thread for webpaw, open to all
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Tagged: open
