Post by Deleted on Feb 13, 2016 20:09:08 GMT
Thymepaw Words:337 Tag:sybil @lost
The weak morning sunlight filtered through the misty morning. It was still very early, dawn patrol just gathering, yet a very small white and black patched shecat with a solid black tail and vivid green eyes seemed wide awake as she sat near the edge of Riverclan camp. Thymepaw was hunched over, and her large eyes flashed around her, and above her, as though she thought she was going to be carried off by a bird. Though she was small enough for a hawk to take her off the ground still, she was 6 moons old. She had been an apprentice for almost half a moon, but still the thought of leaving cam alone scared her so much she had to ask Nettleheart for calming herbs before she stepped foot out of camp. She shot a worried look towards the warriors den, wondering if her mentor, Duskfeather. would be looking for her soon.
"I wonder if Netleheart would be awake yet," She pondered in a soft voice, not wanting to disturb the medicine cat before she needed to. She knew she would need to ask for the herbs soon, they made it so much easier to journey outside of the safety of the camp. Thymepaw also knew that Duskfeather would never allow her to be hurt, or taken by a predator, or to get lost. The thought that she might get separated from her mentor and be alone in the vast area surrounding the camp made her heart beat too fast and her legs shake. Just imagining getting lost made her feel queasy. Trying to shake off the horrible images in her mind, the small shecat decided to go and wait by Nettlehearts den to see if he was awake yet. If he was still asleep she would just wait until he woke. She stood on small delicate paws and made her way, slinking nervously first to the freshkill pile to bring Nettleheart a vole, and then hovered near the outside of his den.
The weak morning sunlight filtered through the misty morning. It was still very early, dawn patrol just gathering, yet a very small white and black patched shecat with a solid black tail and vivid green eyes seemed wide awake as she sat near the edge of Riverclan camp. Thymepaw was hunched over, and her large eyes flashed around her, and above her, as though she thought she was going to be carried off by a bird. Though she was small enough for a hawk to take her off the ground still, she was 6 moons old. She had been an apprentice for almost half a moon, but still the thought of leaving cam alone scared her so much she had to ask Nettleheart for calming herbs before she stepped foot out of camp. She shot a worried look towards the warriors den, wondering if her mentor, Duskfeather. would be looking for her soon.
"I wonder if Netleheart would be awake yet," She pondered in a soft voice, not wanting to disturb the medicine cat before she needed to. She knew she would need to ask for the herbs soon, they made it so much easier to journey outside of the safety of the camp. Thymepaw also knew that Duskfeather would never allow her to be hurt, or taken by a predator, or to get lost. The thought that she might get separated from her mentor and be alone in the vast area surrounding the camp made her heart beat too fast and her legs shake. Just imagining getting lost made her feel queasy. Trying to shake off the horrible images in her mind, the small shecat decided to go and wait by Nettlehearts den to see if he was awake yet. If he was still asleep she would just wait until he woke. She stood on small delicate paws and made her way, slinking nervously first to the freshkill pile to bring Nettleheart a vole, and then hovered near the outside of his den.
