Post by alee on Jan 16, 2016 9:42:31 GMT
It was unusually early when Ravenpaw awoke.
Blinking his wide eyes open, he took in the blurry mishmash of shapes and pooling colors of the apprentice's den, the thick scent of his den mates hanging low in the air like late morning mist. As his vision cleared and the messy splattering of shapes formed into tiny bodies and distinct, familiar faces, for the first time in a long while the black furred tomcat felt unusually calm and at peace. This was his home - ThunderClan - and he was surrounded by his den mates, cats he'd come to call his friends, and those whom shared his pressing duties and responsibilities.
For a tomcat without a family to speak of, it was a comforting sight and the thought bloomed a prickling warmth deep in his chest. Family. It had felt like eons since he'd refused to even acknowledge Crowpelt as his mother; it disturbed him whenever he saw her around camp, and how the mother and son were an almost picturesque image of each other, though to think he even shared a resemblance to such a traitor was enough to send a shiver rippling down his spine. He didn't need her - not anymore, anyway. Being an apprentice was everything he'd hoped for it to be. He had fun, worked hard at learning new, ultimately cool fighting moves and - well, okay, maybe he also tended to be a little bit of a ringleader for trouble. So he liked an adventure. Who didn't? Warriors could be such sticks in the mud sometimes!
With a small sigh he rolled onto his back and lazily splayed his legs apart, squinting as a few blades of morning sunlight pierced through cracks in the netting's roof. He glanced away, his eyes taking in the forms of his fellow trainees. There was Tinypaw, arguably one of the smallest cats in ThunderClan - and Lightpaw and Mottlepaw, two whom he didn't know well but enjoyed the company of anyway. As his gaze grazed each and every single she-cat and tom sharing his roof, his eyes finally came to fall upon the newcomer. Lichenpaw was her name - at least, he thought it was. He didn't know all that much about her honestly. She was interesting however, and he found himself growing more and more curious about her by the day.
Ravenpaw might have been reckless and headstrong, hot-tempered and all in all rough around the edges. But despite all these well-regarded flaws of his the tomcat was known to deeply care about his Clanmates, even if he was constantly leading them off into trouble. He wanted to be friends with each and every one of those sharing his den, and Lichenpaw was no different. He quickly thought back to his mentor, Mousenose, and inwardly forced himself to swallow a sigh of exasperation. His mentor was probably off slacking somewhere or the other. Maybe he would get away with a day of doing his own casual thing.
Mind decided, the tom rolled to his fluffy paws and, with a long, aching stretch, he glanced back at Lichenpaw again. With a soft prod, he meowed, "hey! Lichenpaw, you awake?"
Maybe they could go hunting? He'd never seen a blind cat hunt before! He wandered what it was like, unable to see the sun rising and the trees dancing in the wind, and the stars of their ancestors in the sky...It was overwhelming to him, to be honest. Was it scary? He had so many questions burning on the tip of his tongue, but he wasn't exactly sure how to phrase them.
Then again, he thought as he sat back on his rump and waited on a reply, he wasn't sure he wanted to know. When Ravenpaw had been only a kit, all he'd been known for was his unknown heritage. They teased him for his dirty bloodline and for a long while he'd fought to prove his worth. Only now had he finally managed to secure a place in Clan life, having deemed himself nothing like the loner or rogue his mother had bred with. He hadn't liked being judged on that one, insignificant fact when in reality he'd had a whole lot more to offer. So why would Lichenpaw also? He didn't really understand it but even if she was blind maybe there was more to the new apprentice than just her lack of sight.
@ever
Blinking his wide eyes open, he took in the blurry mishmash of shapes and pooling colors of the apprentice's den, the thick scent of his den mates hanging low in the air like late morning mist. As his vision cleared and the messy splattering of shapes formed into tiny bodies and distinct, familiar faces, for the first time in a long while the black furred tomcat felt unusually calm and at peace. This was his home - ThunderClan - and he was surrounded by his den mates, cats he'd come to call his friends, and those whom shared his pressing duties and responsibilities.
For a tomcat without a family to speak of, it was a comforting sight and the thought bloomed a prickling warmth deep in his chest. Family. It had felt like eons since he'd refused to even acknowledge Crowpelt as his mother; it disturbed him whenever he saw her around camp, and how the mother and son were an almost picturesque image of each other, though to think he even shared a resemblance to such a traitor was enough to send a shiver rippling down his spine. He didn't need her - not anymore, anyway. Being an apprentice was everything he'd hoped for it to be. He had fun, worked hard at learning new, ultimately cool fighting moves and - well, okay, maybe he also tended to be a little bit of a ringleader for trouble. So he liked an adventure. Who didn't? Warriors could be such sticks in the mud sometimes!
With a small sigh he rolled onto his back and lazily splayed his legs apart, squinting as a few blades of morning sunlight pierced through cracks in the netting's roof. He glanced away, his eyes taking in the forms of his fellow trainees. There was Tinypaw, arguably one of the smallest cats in ThunderClan - and Lightpaw and Mottlepaw, two whom he didn't know well but enjoyed the company of anyway. As his gaze grazed each and every single she-cat and tom sharing his roof, his eyes finally came to fall upon the newcomer. Lichenpaw was her name - at least, he thought it was. He didn't know all that much about her honestly. She was interesting however, and he found himself growing more and more curious about her by the day.
Ravenpaw might have been reckless and headstrong, hot-tempered and all in all rough around the edges. But despite all these well-regarded flaws of his the tomcat was known to deeply care about his Clanmates, even if he was constantly leading them off into trouble. He wanted to be friends with each and every one of those sharing his den, and Lichenpaw was no different. He quickly thought back to his mentor, Mousenose, and inwardly forced himself to swallow a sigh of exasperation. His mentor was probably off slacking somewhere or the other. Maybe he would get away with a day of doing his own casual thing.
Mind decided, the tom rolled to his fluffy paws and, with a long, aching stretch, he glanced back at Lichenpaw again. With a soft prod, he meowed, "hey! Lichenpaw, you awake?"
Maybe they could go hunting? He'd never seen a blind cat hunt before! He wandered what it was like, unable to see the sun rising and the trees dancing in the wind, and the stars of their ancestors in the sky...It was overwhelming to him, to be honest. Was it scary? He had so many questions burning on the tip of his tongue, but he wasn't exactly sure how to phrase them.
Then again, he thought as he sat back on his rump and waited on a reply, he wasn't sure he wanted to know. When Ravenpaw had been only a kit, all he'd been known for was his unknown heritage. They teased him for his dirty bloodline and for a long while he'd fought to prove his worth. Only now had he finally managed to secure a place in Clan life, having deemed himself nothing like the loner or rogue his mother had bred with. He hadn't liked being judged on that one, insignificant fact when in reality he'd had a whole lot more to offer. So why would Lichenpaw also? He didn't really understand it but even if she was blind maybe there was more to the new apprentice than just her lack of sight.
@ever
