Post by mickey on Apr 19, 2016 0:11:35 GMT
Woollypaw woke from his nap with excitement prickling his fur. He had only been named an apprentice a moon ago, and though not every duty promised adventure and tactic, the young kit could still taste that faint flavor of joy on his tongue from standing atop the highstone beside Falconstar and then racing down to receive his mentor. Unsure of his guide's whereabouts for the moment, Woollypaw simply relished the fresh moss of his new nest, it's crisp forest scent and soft verdure.
With a stretch that made his tail quiver and a yawn to match, the young grey-white tom padded out into the camp clearing on pink pads- soft still from the nursery. Sunhigh blinked down onto the camp, and all around the signs of newleaf spilled across the forest; wild flowers trickled through the bramble thickets and peeked through the tallest patches of grass where cat paws could not reach to flatten. Twitters and chirps trailed through the verdant treetops, and a warm breeze ruffled Woollypaw's heavyset pelt.
He rapidly blinked his chartreuse eyes at the dry wind, but smelled something like the promise of rain among the air. As the breeze passed, Woollypaw's gaze widened happily like a kit's first adventure outside the nursery, and he padded over to the fresh kill pile to retrieve a plump squirrel. The tough and stringy meat he had been weaned on as a kit raised in leaf-bare was nothing compared to the musky flavor of the red flesh he savoured now. As he ate, the newly apprentice glanced towards the warriors den and around the rest of the camp, wondering if his mentor would have any duties for him today.
With a stretch that made his tail quiver and a yawn to match, the young grey-white tom padded out into the camp clearing on pink pads- soft still from the nursery. Sunhigh blinked down onto the camp, and all around the signs of newleaf spilled across the forest; wild flowers trickled through the bramble thickets and peeked through the tallest patches of grass where cat paws could not reach to flatten. Twitters and chirps trailed through the verdant treetops, and a warm breeze ruffled Woollypaw's heavyset pelt.
He rapidly blinked his chartreuse eyes at the dry wind, but smelled something like the promise of rain among the air. As the breeze passed, Woollypaw's gaze widened happily like a kit's first adventure outside the nursery, and he padded over to the fresh kill pile to retrieve a plump squirrel. The tough and stringy meat he had been weaned on as a kit raised in leaf-bare was nothing compared to the musky flavor of the red flesh he savoured now. As he ate, the newly apprentice glanced towards the warriors den and around the rest of the camp, wondering if his mentor would have any duties for him today.
