Post by Deleted on Nov 30, 2015 21:26:03 GMT
WORDS: 544 | TAG: Shiny | NOTES: had fun w this
Boredom was like a living thing, writhing and crawling over your pelt like maggots over a dead thing. Ivypaw felt it as she watched for the sun to begin rising, feeling completely energized on her bare two or three hours of sleep. It was a restless slumber, as were all of her nights-- tossing and turning in a fit of torturous, stressful dreams that she could never recall after awakening. They danced like fireflies just beyond her reach, though deep down she knew if she caught them they would burn. Her claws did arcing dances in the light silt of the den, making a slight scraping noise. Staring, Ivypaw dug her eyes into the faraway sky, willing Silverpelt to fall completely and let the sun take precedence over the day.
Soon, it pained her too much to sit still, and she tore out of the den like an over-wound toy, ricocheting off a stray boulder and hurling herself forward, catching the ground beneath her paws and sprinting for all her might. Her tail, not quite as long as her peers', but much stronger, jerked back and forth as she changed directions in jagged lunges, keeping her balanced and on her feet. Soon, her lungs began to burn with the stress of her sprinting and she felt the fire echoing in her muscles. It is almost, she mused silently in her head between inhaling and exhaling, like I caught the fireflies.
Somewhere at the back of her mind a thread caught and jerked her back to reality. "Aw, foxdung." She was supposed to be training with Blizzardclaw today! While she was amped for the ability to begin working hard to become her true, warrior self, she was dismayed: her flighty nature had made it hard for her to be a quick study, and while her beloved uncle Wolfshadow knew this, Blizzardclaw would most likely be unaware. She hoped he did not get to droning on and on like some of the other apprentice's mentioned their mentors did.
Managing to catch her feet underneath her and pull herself to a stop (all the while kicking up dirt and feeling the ground wrench under her claws), Ivypaw sat for a moment and breathed heavily, feeling refreshing oxygen whirl through her system and soothe her burning body. Rejuvenated after mere moments of resting, she padded around and ran back towards the Thunderclan camp, quickly but at a slightly slower pace than her mad sprint out of it. Any other cat would be worried about their stamina surviving throughout the day-- a day most likely filled with harsh training exercises. But Ivypaw was not any other cat. She did not remember a moment in her life where she felt tired.
She jogged back into camp as the mentors and their apprentices were just meeting up. The sun was beginning to stretch above the horizon, and she muttered a curse under her breath. Of course she would get the earliest start only to end up being late! Oh, well. She picked up her pace to go to the warriors den, outside of which Blizzardclaw had ordered her to wait for him come the morn, sitting down curtly to wait for his arrival-- and hoping blindly he had not already awoken.
LEAVE ALL YOUR LOVE AND YOUR
loathing behind you can't carry it with you if you want to survive.
credit to nat of adoxography and Gangnam Style.
