Post by alee on Dec 2, 2015 1:44:35 GMT
tag: @lost
If there was one thing Swiftfoot refused to tolerate, it was disappointment.
Not that her new apprentice had even been given a chance to disappoint her yet. He'd only just recently been assigned under her tutorship, and so far she'd been feeding him a steady supply of boring jobs around camp; cleaning the elders' den, changing the Nursery bedding, picking ticks or fleas from a scraggly cat's fur...She'd barely even bothered to take him out of Camp yet. She dreaded that day. She could tell, just by looking at him, that he was already setup to be one great disappointment.
Swiftfoot knew, however, that this routine could not last; Timberpaw could not spend his apprentice days slaving over chores fit for a medicine cat. She wasn't exactly looking forward to taking him outside of camp - cats like him were a pain in the tail-hole to train, and she honestly didn't feel that she had the time or patience for it; but duties were duties, and it was her commitment to teach him, at the very least, the basic skills of a warrior. With a frustrated flick of her ear, the wiry brown she-cat forced her paws in the direction of the apprentice's den.
It was barely sunhigh; the horizon was stained a bruised purple, blood red gashes slicing through the darkness of the sky. The sun had barely peeked above the distant mountains, and a waning moon was just dipping down from the heavens. Most cats were curled safely in their beds, their soft snores resonating through the campsite; it was much too early for even the most diligent of apprentices or warriors to wake. Swiftfoot however believed firmly in the blessing of an 'early start'; birds were easy to catch during this hour, as they were just starting to wake and could often be found heavily laden with sleep; it was a ripe, unexpected time for hunting, and Swiftfoot was determined to grasp full advantage of it.
Peeking into the apprentices' den, her voice came out harsh and loud. "Timberpaw! Wake up! It's time for your first official lesson as an apprentice."
If there was one thing Swiftfoot refused to tolerate, it was disappointment.
Not that her new apprentice had even been given a chance to disappoint her yet. He'd only just recently been assigned under her tutorship, and so far she'd been feeding him a steady supply of boring jobs around camp; cleaning the elders' den, changing the Nursery bedding, picking ticks or fleas from a scraggly cat's fur...She'd barely even bothered to take him out of Camp yet. She dreaded that day. She could tell, just by looking at him, that he was already setup to be one great disappointment.
Swiftfoot knew, however, that this routine could not last; Timberpaw could not spend his apprentice days slaving over chores fit for a medicine cat. She wasn't exactly looking forward to taking him outside of camp - cats like him were a pain in the tail-hole to train, and she honestly didn't feel that she had the time or patience for it; but duties were duties, and it was her commitment to teach him, at the very least, the basic skills of a warrior. With a frustrated flick of her ear, the wiry brown she-cat forced her paws in the direction of the apprentice's den.
It was barely sunhigh; the horizon was stained a bruised purple, blood red gashes slicing through the darkness of the sky. The sun had barely peeked above the distant mountains, and a waning moon was just dipping down from the heavens. Most cats were curled safely in their beds, their soft snores resonating through the campsite; it was much too early for even the most diligent of apprentices or warriors to wake. Swiftfoot however believed firmly in the blessing of an 'early start'; birds were easy to catch during this hour, as they were just starting to wake and could often be found heavily laden with sleep; it was a ripe, unexpected time for hunting, and Swiftfoot was determined to grasp full advantage of it.
Peeking into the apprentices' den, her voice came out harsh and loud. "Timberpaw! Wake up! It's time for your first official lesson as an apprentice."
